<?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-11000192</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:08:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::BionicScribe - Intellect Intensified::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-7110615862013149870</id><published>2008-02-28T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:22:18.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know It All</title><content type='html'>There lived a naïve know-it-all&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he didn’t know much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pride of knowing took a big fall&lt;br /&gt;When what he wanted he did not get at all&lt;br /&gt;Know it all then curbed his ego and all&lt;br /&gt;It was a question of feeding him big tummy after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The know-alls his guides made him to his mind call &lt;br /&gt;What he had suspected after all&lt;br /&gt;That he didn’t know anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate dust and ground his nose to know all&lt;br /&gt;And when his nemesis know-alls met their fall&lt;br /&gt;He thought now I know something after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That false notion soon led to his very downfall&lt;br /&gt;But survive he did, he had learned well after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, claims does not he make tall&lt;br /&gt;For he doesn’t want to once again crawl&lt;br /&gt;How will he then, he cries, ever free his soul?&lt;br /&gt;In this search, knowing, yet he feigns not to know at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-7110615862013149870?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7110615862013149870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=7110615862013149870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/7110615862013149870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/7110615862013149870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2008/02/know-it-all.html' title='Know It All'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-591747785066437796</id><published>2008-01-29T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:52:02.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fire raged within&lt;br /&gt;Ebbing Searing&lt;br /&gt;Senseless Time&lt;br /&gt;Maddened Mind&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless Torture&lt;br /&gt;Victorious Defeat&lt;br /&gt;Purposeful Struggle&lt;br /&gt;Make some sense&lt;br /&gt;Clear my train&lt;br /&gt;Defeat Again&lt;br /&gt;Offer me Light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-591747785066437796?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/591747785066437796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=591747785066437796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/591747785066437796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/591747785066437796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2008/01/fire-raged-within-ebbing-searing.html' title=''/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-3248281525270825288</id><published>2008-01-17T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:04:36.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>Across the wasteland&lt;br /&gt;The Sentinels&lt;br /&gt;Holding their torches high&lt;br /&gt;Guarding the ruins&lt;br /&gt;The slumbering Ghost town&lt;br /&gt;A long unending line&lt;br /&gt;Rising up and flowing down&lt;br /&gt;And sweeping across the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Waves Undulating&lt;br /&gt;The road flows along&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a boundary wall&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the child&lt;br /&gt;That grows in the womb of the desert land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-3248281525270825288?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-90912864889153740</id><published>2007-09-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:12:40.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowing what you want&lt;br /&gt;Aware this is not it&lt;br /&gt;Still the strings are pulled&lt;br /&gt;And you plunge in head first&lt;br /&gt;But barely swim you can&lt;br /&gt;Thrashing around for survival&lt;br /&gt;And by the powers surrounding you&lt;br /&gt;Making it back to blessed land&lt;br /&gt;Yet a mark has been left&lt;br /&gt;An imprint of terror&lt;br /&gt;The next time the guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;Might not be around&lt;br /&gt;Yet the urge to surf the waves&lt;br /&gt;That thrill my being can't be denied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-90912864889153740?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/90912864889153740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=90912864889153740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/90912864889153740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/90912864889153740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/09/knowing-what-you-want-aware-this-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-1521237401337905127</id><published>2007-09-03T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:58:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undesired Wants</title><content type='html'>Feeling the feelings&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;But to feel once&lt;br /&gt;And not to touch&lt;br /&gt;More importantly - be touched&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling ends&lt;br /&gt;Relegated to the backyard barn&lt;br /&gt;Full of so many, wanted undesired fleeting touches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-1521237401337905127?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1521237401337905127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=1521237401337905127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/1521237401337905127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/1521237401337905127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/09/undesired-wants.html' title='Undesired Wants'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-5716295708056242701</id><published>2007-08-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:52:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lives Redeemed?</title><content type='html'>I have undone so many lives&lt;br /&gt;Freed them from the clutches of mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;And left them floundering on the waves of disarray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave them a new life to live&lt;br /&gt;And snatched from them dear stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cruel me&lt;br /&gt;The great liberator&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to be cursed?&lt;br /&gt;Or offered a kiss, a reward?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-5716295708056242701?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5716295708056242701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=5716295708056242701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/5716295708056242701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/5716295708056242701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/08/lives-redeemed.html' title='Lives Redeemed?'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-3729546688692068587</id><published>2007-06-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:29:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting My Senses</title><content type='html'>There are so many of you&lt;br /&gt;The demons of Light&lt;br /&gt;I pluck one out&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the other to smithereens&lt;br /&gt;Still they keep popping up&lt;br /&gt;Now my senses are numbed&lt;br /&gt;My hand moves slowly&lt;br /&gt;Being drawn like a moth&lt;br /&gt;The escape is the distance&lt;br /&gt;And the sheer death below&lt;br /&gt;Even where you were not to be&lt;br /&gt;You persist&lt;br /&gt;Blinding my senses, numbing my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-3729546688692068587?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3729546688692068587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=3729546688692068587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/3729546688692068587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/3729546688692068587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/06/shooting-my-senses.html' title='Shooting My Senses'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-2827308166316354586</id><published>2007-06-14T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:48:46.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow Pride</title><content type='html'>Simplicity suffers&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of substance&lt;br /&gt;The mind needs to be boggled&lt;br /&gt;For the good feeling to sustain&lt;br /&gt;Hollow pride in nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Thrills a fleeting minute&lt;br /&gt;Ere being swamped by gloom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-2827308166316354586?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2827308166316354586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=2827308166316354586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/2827308166316354586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/2827308166316354586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/06/light-in-night.html' title='Hollow Pride'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-5621908474635683517</id><published>2007-01-19T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:34:39.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is I?</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;There lived Innocence&lt;br /&gt;Till Life the sculptor&lt;br /&gt;Used many a tool&lt;br /&gt;Friends, enemies, strangers&lt;br /&gt;And chipped away&lt;br /&gt;To reveal Worldlywise.&lt;br /&gt;I freed him, he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Innocence lives trapped&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps him ensnared&lt;br /&gt;If Innocence returns&lt;br /&gt;Will not Worldlywise wan?&lt;br /&gt;His failed creation.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence after all shines bright&lt;br /&gt;While Life’s creation is pockmarked&lt;br /&gt;Scarred, ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence is in the Lion’s cubs’ shoes&lt;br /&gt;A cub captured by man and treated well&lt;br /&gt;But the cub no more has a life.&lt;br /&gt;The pack is scared.&lt;br /&gt;They see a forgotten themselves,&lt;br /&gt;He reminds them of a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence can’t survive&lt;br /&gt;Stifle him, no kill.&lt;br /&gt;Worldywise and his pack&lt;br /&gt;They can’t live in a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-5621908474635683517?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5621908474635683517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=5621908474635683517&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/5621908474635683517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/5621908474635683517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-is-i.html' title='Where is I?'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-2228401677700073505</id><published>2007-01-19T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:10:58.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya</title><content type='html'>Achieving a sense of meaninglessness&lt;br /&gt;Each triumph a loss&lt;br /&gt;An aspiration fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;And a dream shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has left?&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy that is satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;The facade of hope&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness of bookish promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is left?&lt;br /&gt;Life to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infuse strength into desire&lt;br /&gt;For short is long&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes vice versa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-2228401677700073505?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2228401677700073505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=2228401677700073505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/2228401677700073505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/2228401677700073505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2007/01/maya.html' title='Maya'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-115358232828391466</id><published>2006-07-22T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:56:00.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentiments</title><content type='html'>That which you desire cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Cos I cannot see you pained&lt;br /&gt;yet you cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afflicted with anguish&lt;br /&gt;holding on to useless hope&lt;br /&gt;your life a ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe an escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;well made and in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reward though&lt;br /&gt;your bitter heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-115358232828391466?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/115358232828391466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=115358232828391466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/115358232828391466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/115358232828391466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-which-u-desire-cannot-be-cos-i.html' title='sentiments'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-114717474465251605</id><published>2006-05-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:03:45.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light in the Night</title><content type='html'>Ash black ash&lt;br /&gt;Life burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;all's not lost&lt;br /&gt;A tiny green shoot&lt;br /&gt;rising above the black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beam of hope&lt;br /&gt;at the far end of the dark tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Muster your last strength&lt;br /&gt;the very last bit&lt;br /&gt;a prayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-114717474465251605?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/114717474465251605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=114717474465251605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/114717474465251605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/114717474465251605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2006/05/light-in-night.html' title='Light in the Night'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-113802821461195072</id><published>2006-01-23T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:32:02.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empress of Minds</title><content type='html'>I wish I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;But you see through me&lt;br /&gt;It is not the truth&lt;br /&gt;A facade you too know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to cast you away&lt;br /&gt;out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;erased from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me will die&lt;br /&gt;If it be deprived of thy thought&lt;br /&gt;No longer can I look forward to seeing you&lt;br /&gt;conversing with you&lt;br /&gt;but the memory of you still makes me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-113802821461195072?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/113802821461195072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=113802821461195072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113802821461195072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113802821461195072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wish-i-could-make-you-mine-but-you.html' title='Empress of Minds'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-113802814870472599</id><published>2006-01-23T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:34:51.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Yield</title><content type='html'>Make me run within the ring&lt;br /&gt;There is no way out&lt;br /&gt;accept the matrix&lt;br /&gt;swallow your pride and give in to the lie&lt;br /&gt;you are in control u need to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pride they say&lt;br /&gt;goeth before a fall&lt;br /&gt;and till such time&lt;br /&gt;i will continue the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accepting is suffocating&lt;br /&gt;so I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;But to die is suicide&lt;br /&gt;And only the fight can keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;Batterered broken&lt;br /&gt;Hope doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;But that is one falsity i will hold on to&lt;br /&gt;with dear life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-113802814870472599?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/113802814870472599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=113802814870472599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113802814870472599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113802814870472599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2006/01/make-me-run-within-ring-there-is-no.html' title='I Yield'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-113575504787772818</id><published>2005-12-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:57:56.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Hidden</title><content type='html'>He with his calm exterior&lt;br /&gt;Pleases the one with the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hand hits thigh&lt;br /&gt;Composure is lost&lt;br /&gt;Just for a fleeting moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ire bridled&lt;br /&gt;Can but no longer be hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strain holds the nerves taut&lt;br /&gt;The grinding teeth&lt;br /&gt;Furrowed brow&lt;br /&gt;Need to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break free&lt;br /&gt;Let go those words&lt;br /&gt;Before the bitterness bursts within&lt;br /&gt;And the bolt that holds you tight&lt;br /&gt;Is lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-113575504787772818?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/113575504787772818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=113575504787772818&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113575504787772818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113575504787772818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-hidden.html' title='Something Hidden'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-113575311232958236</id><published>2005-12-27T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:58:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Prevails</title><content type='html'>On the sweeping roads&lt;br/&gt;Chasing a darker me&lt;br/&gt;Cutting through&lt;br/&gt;Evil looks stronger &lt;br/&gt;Hyde seems to win&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A red light&lt;br/&gt;And I catch up&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Neck to neck we race&lt;br/&gt;Light and dark and on and on&lt;br/&gt;The good lacks control&lt;br/&gt;Black wins the day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-113575311232958236?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/113575311232958236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=113575311232958236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113575311232958236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/113575311232958236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/12/dark-prevails.html' title='Dark Prevails'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112687814902934617</id><published>2005-09-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:10:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nobody</title><content type='html'>The guitars rolled&lt;br /&gt;The drums boomed&lt;br /&gt;A head nodded&lt;br /&gt;A need to belong&lt;br /&gt;Be part of the bigger whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you’ve to prove&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;The vacuum can’t be filled&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthless has been your life&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity will be your companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out now&lt;br /&gt;Smell reality&lt;br /&gt;And you can die with dignity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112687814902934617?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112687814902934617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112687814902934617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687814902934617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687814902934617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/nobody.html' title='A Nobody'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112687795172477003</id><published>2005-09-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:39:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of life</title><content type='html'>A glimpse of life&lt;br/&gt;Through the window&lt;br/&gt;Each hole in the air&lt;br/&gt;Your circumscribed view&lt;br/&gt;A sense of déjà vu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You want to stand and stare&lt;br/&gt;There is learning there&lt;br/&gt;Your inner demons could find rest&lt;br/&gt;Or oscillate the elements&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But speed and barred peepholes&lt;br/&gt;Never let you remain&lt;br/&gt;Experience the peace&lt;br/&gt;You will never know&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112687795172477003?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112687795172477003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112687795172477003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687795172477003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687795172477003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/glimpse-of-life.html' title='A glimpse of life'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112687781374698989</id><published>2005-09-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:36:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disruption</title><content type='html'>Why is rhythm not mine&lt;br/&gt;Sounds that don’t rhyme&lt;br/&gt;Limbs in rebellion&lt;br/&gt;A call for more time&lt;br/&gt;Oh! It’s so simple&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;An eluding shadow&lt;br/&gt;Please throw some light&lt;br/&gt;Has lost the touch&lt;br/&gt;Will have to end&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112687781374698989?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112687781374698989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112687781374698989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687781374698989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112687781374698989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/disruption.html' title='Disruption'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112661226821150203</id><published>2005-09-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:44:06.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speck of Dust</title><content type='html'>Can one drop of poison&lt;br /&gt;In the vast ocean&lt;br /&gt;A difference make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can one cube of sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sweeten the bitter lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what chance do I&lt;br /&gt;A mere speck of dust&lt;br /&gt;In this world create&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112661226821150203?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112661226821150203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112661226821150203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661226821150203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661226821150203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/speck-of-dust.html' title='Speck of Dust'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112661206939726464</id><published>2005-09-13T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T05:41:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche</title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;Such a cliché&lt;br /&gt;Clichés all hate&lt;br /&gt;Then why has this one&lt;br /&gt;The oldest and worst of em all&lt;br /&gt;Survived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112661206939726464?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112661206939726464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112661206939726464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661206939726464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661206939726464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/cliche.html' title='Cliche'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112661195705969924</id><published>2005-09-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:45:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to ask</title><content type='html'>Is it too much to ask&lt;br/&gt;My own life to live&lt;br/&gt;All I want is freedom&lt;br/&gt;From age old ideas&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But that is all&lt;br/&gt;This what I value the most &lt;br/&gt;Don’t deny it God&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112661195705969924?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112661195705969924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112661195705969924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661195705969924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661195705969924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-much-to-ask.html' title='Too much to ask'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112661158677303085</id><published>2005-09-13T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T04:43:05.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Ghosts</title><content type='html'>Those Ghosts&lt;br/&gt;from the Past&lt;br/&gt;Slowly enveloping me&lt;br/&gt;Smothering me in its bosom&lt;br/&gt;Suffocating me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How do I exorcise them!&lt;br/&gt;smoke em out&lt;br/&gt;drown in Madira&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What had to be destroyed only grows stronger&lt;br/&gt;But those valued has been taken away forever&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The ghosts are breeding&lt;br/&gt;clouding my mind&lt;br/&gt;There is no escape&lt;br/&gt;Please lemme live&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is only this once&lt;br/&gt;It's my life&lt;br/&gt;Why can't I have it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112661158677303085?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112661158677303085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112661158677303085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661158677303085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112661158677303085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/09/those-ghosts-from-past-slowly.html' title='Past Ghosts'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469064538836830</id><published>2005-08-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:06:14.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chained Freedom</title><content type='html'>wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;at 60 kph&lt;br /&gt;you have been liberated&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in the freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of total freedom&lt;br /&gt;holds the captive back&lt;br /&gt;only suffering to other&lt;br /&gt;your breaking away can cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions there are unanswered&lt;br /&gt;the answers promise eternal imprisonment&lt;br /&gt;he who can spell your purpose&lt;br /&gt;is he silent&lt;br /&gt;has he said it all&lt;br /&gt;and you never heard&lt;br /&gt;capitulation at 60Kph is better&lt;br /&gt;and not complete liberation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469064538836830?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469064538836830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469064538836830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469064538836830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469064538836830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/chained-freedom.html' title='Chained Freedom'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469056163895837</id><published>2005-08-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:02:41.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle</title><content type='html'>you've drifted from the path&lt;br /&gt;lost now, again&lt;br /&gt;in the wilderness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469056163895837?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469056163895837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469056163895837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469056163895837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469056163895837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/vicious-cycle.html' title='Vicious Cycle'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469050686396367</id><published>2005-08-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:01:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joie de vivre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i am born wild brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am born wild&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to roam this God's earth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and enjoy his creation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vegetation and the meat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the mountains and the valleys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the oceans and the seas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the beaches and the plains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it has been willed to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to raise worship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that alone is my purpose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for that i live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bury myself under needless thoughts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then the purpose of my existence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will be in vain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469050686396367?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469050686396367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469050686396367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469050686396367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469050686396367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/joie-de-vivre.html' title='joie de vivre'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469034764495872</id><published>2005-08-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:59:07.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>desolate&lt;br /&gt;killing the green&lt;br /&gt;to lead life comfortably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caged in a prison&lt;br /&gt;brick walls and bars this is home&lt;br /&gt;there is a bed, a fan, a loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comforts you think&lt;br /&gt;you have been chained&lt;br /&gt;emotion: the warden&lt;br /&gt;jailers: the loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reprieve, no parole&lt;br /&gt;the door's shut the day you are born&lt;br /&gt;the only liberator, death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469034764495872?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469034764495872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469034764495872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469034764495872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469034764495872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469018865507798</id><published>2005-08-21T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:56:28.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mob Power</title><content type='html'>A stranger has dared enter&lt;br /&gt;Our territory&lt;br /&gt;A shout&lt;br /&gt;There's strength in collective action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noses flared&lt;br /&gt;Eyes blazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowardly individual&lt;br /&gt;Has become a hero in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outsider turns tail&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom says, Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mob has lost capacity to think&lt;br /&gt;A need for show of strength&lt;br /&gt;After being battered life long&lt;br /&gt;Cowed down by life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469018865507798?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469018865507798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469018865507798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469018865507798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469018865507798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/mob-power.html' title='Mob Power'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-112469002948887513</id><published>2005-08-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:53:49.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>A forlorn look&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Glazed&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly wandering&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breasts filled to the tip&lt;br /&gt;With nourishing nectar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who will gain&lt;br /&gt;There are no takers&lt;br /&gt;The life giving liquid&lt;br /&gt;Has become a pain&lt;br /&gt;Causing an ache&lt;br /&gt;Her children but are no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-112469002948887513?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/112469002948887513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=112469002948887513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469002948887513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/112469002948887513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/08/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346285898954221</id><published>2005-04-14T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T04:06:50.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A knock</title><content type='html'>Oh, the hit on the head&lt;br /&gt;Water in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Did I say wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hurt flows&lt;br /&gt;Is this retribution through the air&lt;br /&gt;The ache remains&lt;br /&gt;Is it all fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never understand I said&lt;br /&gt;Did I mean all that&lt;br /&gt;All is a haze&lt;br /&gt;What has been all day&lt;br /&gt;Some more's been added&lt;br /&gt;Clear me, I’ve confused you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll await your reply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346285898954221?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346285898954221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346285898954221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346285898954221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346285898954221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/knock.html' title='A knock'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346283474818104</id><published>2005-04-14T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:13:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last words</title><content type='html'>I’ve run out&lt;br /&gt;It no longer flows&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts I want to make&lt;br /&gt;The depth is lost&lt;br /&gt;Still one strives&lt;br /&gt;To make&lt;br /&gt;What is left me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the only one I know&lt;br /&gt;The others are not sure&lt;br /&gt;Oh it’s all so frivolous&lt;br /&gt;Therein ends the DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346283474818104?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346283474818104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346283474818104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346283474818104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346283474818104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-words.html' title='Last words'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346254533175946</id><published>2005-04-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:09:05.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Clue</title><content type='html'>What does the heart desire&lt;br /&gt;Does he know&lt;br /&gt;He said and laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The converse was&lt;br /&gt;Is it better to arrange?&lt;br /&gt;So many decisions&lt;br /&gt;Not one was made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the choices,&lt;br /&gt;Was yours&lt;br /&gt;What was told to him&lt;br /&gt;And to them and everyone&lt;br /&gt;The oath taken&lt;br /&gt;Swore on earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;All stand against&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love&lt;br /&gt;How can what is not in existence&lt;br /&gt;Be ever arranged&lt;br /&gt;To be your forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346254533175946?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346254533175946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346254533175946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346254533175946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346254533175946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-clue.html' title='No Clue'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346227902032040</id><published>2005-04-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:04:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist</title><content type='html'>Happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;Shocks and sadness&lt;br /&gt;All in a day&lt;br /&gt;That is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Does it really help?&lt;br /&gt;That jolt was electric still&lt;br /&gt;But no pain do I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will continue&lt;br /&gt;The search for another&lt;br /&gt;When self inflicted norms&lt;br /&gt;Traps one in shackles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will breaking free from it&lt;br /&gt;Provide any solace&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you have to live&lt;br /&gt;With the indignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life full of loss of word&lt;br /&gt;And the, you said this&lt;br /&gt;Where is your pride&lt;br /&gt;Will misery set in&lt;br /&gt;How can you forget remembrance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346227902032040?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346227902032040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346227902032040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346227902032040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346227902032040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/twist.html' title='A Twist'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346207330098088</id><published>2005-04-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:01:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><content type='html'>Love you guys&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ok for coming…&lt;br /&gt;Cleared my head&lt;br /&gt;Little bit from all&lt;br /&gt;That’s happening…&lt;br /&gt;Muuah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t love too much&lt;br /&gt;And don’t demean us&lt;br /&gt;by heartless thanking&lt;br /&gt;such a request,&lt;br /&gt;we’d to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love you all&lt;br /&gt;truly kinds&lt;br /&gt;just running high on emotions…&lt;br /&gt;so wanted to thank you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;thank you accepted&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never understand? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it&lt;br /&gt;Am in a haze&lt;br /&gt;And talking gibberish&lt;br /&gt;Ignore please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346207330098088?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346207330098088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346207330098088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346207330098088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346207330098088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/message.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346156983452333</id><published>2005-04-13T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:52:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Love</title><content type='html'>When the news broke&lt;br /&gt;Why was I startled&lt;br /&gt;Had I not written&lt;br /&gt;At the very beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advice to take&lt;br /&gt;What was offered me&lt;br /&gt;Did I not preach against&lt;br /&gt;What was bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheapening&lt;br /&gt;That I canot fathom&lt;br /&gt;And the revelation&lt;br /&gt;That set the reporter to thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From mild depression&lt;br /&gt;To reaching the nadir&lt;br /&gt;No reprieve&lt;br /&gt;Cos justice has been dealt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346156983452333?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346156983452333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346156983452333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346156983452333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346156983452333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/cheap-love.html' title='Cheap Love'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346136966411921</id><published>2005-04-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:49:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the seas</title><content type='html'>Was it a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;That call from across the seas&lt;br /&gt;In a like situation&lt;br /&gt;Only enduring more anguish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did that seeker&lt;br /&gt;Promised goodness for life&lt;br /&gt;To whom you shewed kindness&lt;br /&gt;Could have not one joyous day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do one meant to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Cannot obey your bidding&lt;br /&gt;did a wrong occur&lt;br /&gt;That takes me away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who does not want you&lt;br /&gt;That I do understand&lt;br /&gt;But why only sorrow&lt;br /&gt;To one whom you were all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346136966411921?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346136966411921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346136966411921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346136966411921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346136966411921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/across-seas.html' title='Across the seas'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111346117330679158</id><published>2005-04-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:46:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the news broke</title><content type='html'>Where is the passion gone?&lt;br /&gt;I crave for you&lt;br /&gt;For that fulfilling experience&lt;br /&gt;Why is it denied me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Am I …&lt;br /&gt;Have I rebuffed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My being was yours&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can fill&lt;br /&gt;The all-encompassing emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Spells the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not the requisite all&lt;br /&gt;Another would desire&lt;br /&gt;My search for more&lt;br /&gt;Is the answer, I’m for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you not take&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you want&lt;br /&gt;Then would my wandering cease&lt;br /&gt;And rest I would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost forever&lt;br /&gt;Do you find no place within&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing, my foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Has it cost me my soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111346117330679158?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111346117330679158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111346117330679158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346117330679158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111346117330679158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-news-broke.html' title='When the news broke'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078937092215383</id><published>2005-03-14T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:36:10.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>You are sweet innocence&lt;br /&gt;A small child&lt;br /&gt;Much bigger than em all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosy lips&lt;br /&gt;Smile that aches the heart&lt;br /&gt;Will I never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;Remain in deep recess&lt;br /&gt;Put a light on it&lt;br /&gt;Only pain revealed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078937092215383?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078937092215383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078937092215383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078937092215383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078937092215383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078927227554594</id><published>2005-03-14T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:34:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake for no reason</title><content type='html'>The night has been shot&lt;br /&gt;Ale within my blood&lt;br /&gt;Smoke in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;A song in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call that never came&lt;br /&gt;Sleep that ran away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not shattering&lt;br /&gt;Peace is all I crave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you’ll not be there&lt;br /&gt;You are never there&lt;br /&gt;I’ll head home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve to climb the mountains&lt;br /&gt;For a bigger dream awaits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling me&lt;br /&gt;Come hither, climb higher&lt;br /&gt;A note has to be slashed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078927227554594?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078927227554594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078927227554594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078927227554594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078927227554594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/awake-for-no-reason.html' title='Awake for no reason'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078923856273783</id><published>2005-03-14T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:33:58.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Love</title><content type='html'>Woman, I love you&lt;br /&gt;But what is desired of me&lt;br /&gt;Is not mine to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A force higher than me&lt;br /&gt;Has claimed it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I renege on a promise made&lt;br /&gt;Before times existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how can what I in the present give&lt;br /&gt;In this ephemeral now&lt;br /&gt;Ever be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need thee&lt;br /&gt;It fills a part of me&lt;br /&gt;But never have I even once felt&lt;br /&gt;Thou art mine&lt;br /&gt;In spite of being within&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed by thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who’ve desired me&lt;br /&gt;Have never felt me thine&lt;br /&gt;Cos, am chained by the power&lt;br /&gt;That laid the then and now and forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078923856273783?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078923856273783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078923856273783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078923856273783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078923856273783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-my-love.html' title='All My Love'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078917981302614</id><published>2005-03-14T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:32:59.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>So empty&lt;br /&gt;A hollowness deep within&lt;br /&gt;The seemingly simple&lt;br /&gt;Oh! All too sure&lt;br /&gt;Has slipped out of grasp&lt;br /&gt;And all that’s left&lt;br /&gt;A bad taste in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can fill that cavity?&lt;br /&gt;A puff? A drag? A Sip?&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will, not within control&lt;br /&gt;What is desired of me?&lt;br /&gt;Why give me hope&lt;br /&gt;I never did ask for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when arms are outstretched&lt;br /&gt;To hold what’s been thrown&lt;br /&gt;Why was the light switched off&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is easy to preach&lt;br /&gt;But the question deserves an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a preparation?&lt;br /&gt;Then what is the final end&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know&lt;br /&gt;Ere I unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;Move on to a path&lt;br /&gt;That will never bring me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078917981302614?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078917981302614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078917981302614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078917981302614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078917981302614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078909117541691</id><published>2005-03-14T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:31:31.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frame on the wall</title><content type='html'>Don’t you leave me&lt;br /&gt;I know I caused pain&lt;br /&gt;But a little now&lt;br /&gt;Is a shot&lt;br /&gt;Against a rend heart&lt;br /&gt;In time to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We be the glue&lt;br /&gt;That holds the poster on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Been placed and replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glue has lost its use&lt;br /&gt;It cannot hold us together&lt;br /&gt;A little of the wall&lt;br /&gt;Has been left behind on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the newest house&lt;br /&gt;And the shiniest paint&lt;br /&gt;Cannot anymore charm us&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than said&lt;br /&gt;The grip will be lost&lt;br /&gt;And hurt ourselves we will&lt;br /&gt;By landing on the floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078909117541691?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078909117541691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078909117541691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078909117541691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078909117541691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/frame-on-wall.html' title='A frame on the wall'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078864433659610</id><published>2005-03-14T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:24:04.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blameless</title><content type='html'>Why do you blaspheme&lt;br /&gt;Why do you blame&lt;br /&gt;You knew the consequences&lt;br /&gt;Still broke the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did yah tell you&lt;br /&gt;To step into the muck&lt;br /&gt;Then why curse purity&lt;br /&gt;For the dirt on your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is crying, you are in pain&lt;br /&gt;The world is responsible for your bane&lt;br /&gt;Be a man, face the light&lt;br /&gt;Fight for your right, though failure looms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078864433659610?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078864433659610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078864433659610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078864433659610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078864433659610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/blameless.html' title='Blameless'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078857030926717</id><published>2005-03-14T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:22:50.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>System</title><content type='html'>Never letting me breathe&lt;br /&gt;Like a blanket over me&lt;br /&gt;Smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Never let me breathe the fresh air&lt;br /&gt;The all-pervading cover over me&lt;br /&gt;Tied up in it&lt;br /&gt;Forever enmeshed&lt;br /&gt;Afraid I might escape&lt;br /&gt;The trap I was caught in&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing it was a snare&lt;br /&gt;From whence free&lt;br /&gt;No one would return&lt;br /&gt;But no chain's too strong&lt;br /&gt;To hold one forever&lt;br /&gt;One day I did break the shackles&lt;br /&gt;And did try to run&lt;br /&gt;I was lagging far behind&lt;br /&gt;Did try my level best&lt;br /&gt;To pick up pace&lt;br /&gt;And reach the mark&lt;br /&gt;But years of immobility&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a chain&lt;br /&gt;Though not there&lt;br /&gt;Still in a mesh was I&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch up&lt;br /&gt;But running out of breath&lt;br /&gt;Why did they do this to me&lt;br /&gt;Why O why&lt;br /&gt;Did you never let me breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078857030926717?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078857030926717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078857030926717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078857030926717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078857030926717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/system.html' title='System'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078929927181971</id><published>2005-03-14T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:34:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>Much talked about&lt;br /&gt;Most sought after&lt;br /&gt;Killed for, betrayed for&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing&lt;br /&gt;You still fill my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But now I know your truth&lt;br /&gt;You are not worth dying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single dream will be sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;At the altar of your promises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078929927181971?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078929927181971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078929927181971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078929927181971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078929927181971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111078530636491668</id><published>2005-03-13T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:27:34.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>Lonely Once, Always!&lt;br /&gt;Not lone, still all alone&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Still no one 'round you&lt;br /&gt;Teeming masses, city of millions&lt;br /&gt;Going their own way, all!&lt;br /&gt;We are lonely&lt;br /&gt;We are scared&lt;br /&gt;Can't people live their own lives&lt;br /&gt;Guess it easier to live anothers&lt;br /&gt;Problems tensions&lt;br /&gt;On the pressure&lt;br /&gt;The bubble is suffocating&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;All you needed was a pin&lt;br /&gt;To burst the bubble&lt;br /&gt;And breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111078530636491668?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078530636491668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111078530636491668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078530636491668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111078530636491668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-alone_13.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111054417044408930</id><published>2005-03-11T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:11:58.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowly Roar</title><content type='html'>Shaken confidence&lt;br /&gt;Hidden pains&lt;br /&gt;Unfathomable emotions&lt;br /&gt;Unreachable lanes&lt;br /&gt;Lions roar&lt;br /&gt;Oh so low&lt;br /&gt;Made to cringe&lt;br /&gt;Only hearts did sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111054417044408930?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111054417044408930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111054417044408930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111054417044408930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111054417044408930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/lowly-roar.html' title='Lowly Roar'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111054395633244847</id><published>2005-03-11T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T04:25:56.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the tunnel's end</title><content type='html'>Far in the distance&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;Like a coward&lt;br /&gt;Walking thro' a graveyard&lt;br /&gt;What is it that gave him courage?&lt;br /&gt;Is he really a wimp?&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the answer&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is the strength&lt;br /&gt;A beam of light&lt;br /&gt;Visible, though a mile away&lt;br /&gt;To reach the source&lt;br /&gt;I did aim&lt;br /&gt;Safe in the bosom&lt;br /&gt;Of that which it precedes&lt;br /&gt;There will the trembling stop&lt;br /&gt;There feel secure&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;O keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;Keep me sound, I pray&lt;br /&gt;Now, ever forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111054395633244847?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111054395633244847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111054395633244847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111054395633244847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111054395633244847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-tunnels-end.html' title='At the tunnel&apos;s end'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111017518811095607</id><published>2005-03-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:59:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogitations</title><content type='html'>Passing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Little forget me nots&lt;br /&gt;Etched on paper&lt;br /&gt;Come a cropper&lt;br /&gt;Verse in colloquy&lt;br /&gt;Mans soliloquy&lt;br /&gt;Sapiens rant&lt;br /&gt;Use of hands&lt;br /&gt;'lusion of grandeur&lt;br /&gt;Will all pander&lt;br /&gt;Verbose the preacher&lt;br /&gt;Fans all creatures&lt;br /&gt;Hearts meaninglessness&lt;br /&gt;Minds meaningfulness&lt;br /&gt;Called a genius&lt;br /&gt;Crime not heinous?&lt;br /&gt;All ye fools Why he and not you rules?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111017518811095607?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111017518811095607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111017518811095607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111017518811095607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111017518811095607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/cogitations.html' title='Cogitations'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111017507376090344</id><published>2005-03-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:57:53.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The local</title><content type='html'>At last he's moving&lt;br /&gt;Struggling hard&lt;br /&gt;Almost falling&lt;br /&gt;But still moving&lt;br /&gt;Picking up pace&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long inactivity&lt;br /&gt;Has taken its toll&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but what's this&lt;br /&gt;He has started running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down you&lt;br /&gt;You've miles to go&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've been left behind&lt;br /&gt;You've to catch up&lt;br /&gt;Then run my boy&lt;br /&gt;Never fall again&lt;br /&gt;Till you reach your goal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111017507376090344?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111017507376090344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111017507376090344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111017507376090344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/111017507376090344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/03/local.html' title='The local'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-111017483374811672</id><published>2005-03-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:53:53.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Money</title><content type='html'>Love or Money&lt;br /&gt;You can have one&lt;br /&gt;Choose, says God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm practical&lt;br /&gt;So my choice is very obvious&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the money&lt;br /&gt;Love never lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even your money won't last&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll live with my memories&lt;br /&gt;You may say, love lasts longer,&lt;br /&gt;The memories are better&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer things tangible&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure you buy, will&lt;br /&gt;Always light you up&lt;br /&gt;But love is bitter sweet&lt;br /&gt;More bitter than sweet&lt;br /&gt;Full of pain and agony&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize it was&lt;br /&gt;An ILLUSION&lt;br /&gt;Like a dead fly in ointment&lt;br /&gt;Causes even sweet myrrh to stink&lt;br /&gt;Love turned to hate&lt;br /&gt;Only makes one more miserable&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good will ever&lt;br /&gt;Come out of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-111017483374811672?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/111017483374811672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=111017483374811672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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life&lt;br /&gt;Float by me&lt;br /&gt;Teach me naught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting folks parting&lt;br /&gt;Two of the fairer&lt;br /&gt;From land across the beyond&lt;br /&gt;Send smoke spiraling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the little man&lt;br /&gt;Not under control&lt;br /&gt;Can’t seem to keep eyes off&lt;br /&gt;The watcher watching turns voyeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two that are one&lt;br /&gt;What is the story there?&lt;br /&gt;The watcher yearns to know&lt;br /&gt;Edges closer but still no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend turns up in black&lt;br /&gt;Happy they are again&lt;br /&gt;Then the much-awaited wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the glass doors go&lt;br /&gt;A final shake&lt;br /&gt;Before the image again turns vision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-110930889151003813?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-110930798444381673</id><published>2005-02-24T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:06:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs-Roger Waters</title><content type='html'>Floyd lyrics dedicated to those who behave like dogs. That's what my friend said when he first forwarded me the lyrics. I had heard the album coupla times previously but had never actually paid attention to the lyrics. That happens quite often. Sometimes it's the music that you love sometimes the lyrics. But with floyd you tend to fall in love with both the music as well as the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I love Floyd is their ability to put my thoughts into words, and what makes it even better is their own unique style of music that seems to pull some chords within you. When alone in your dark room Floyd has the ability to soothe rattled nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Well you can read the lyrics below to get an idea about why I posted it here though it's available all over the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need&lt;br /&gt;You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight&lt;br /&gt;You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, you can work on points for style&lt;br /&gt;Like the club tie, and the firm handshake&lt;br /&gt;A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile&lt;br /&gt;You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to&lt;br /&gt;So that when they turn their backs on you&lt;br /&gt;You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older&lt;br /&gt;And in the end you’ll pack, fly down south&lt;br /&gt;Hide your head in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Just another sad old man&lt;br /&gt;All alone and dying of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest that you’ve sown&lt;br /&gt;And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone&lt;br /&gt;And it’s too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around&lt;br /&gt;So have a good drown, as you go down alone&lt;br /&gt;Dragged down by the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending&lt;br /&gt;That everyone’s expendable and no-one had a real friend&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner&lt;br /&gt;And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was born in a house full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Who was trained not to spit in the fan&lt;br /&gt;Who was told what to do by the man&lt;br /&gt;Who was broken by trained personnel&lt;br /&gt;Who was fitted with collar and chain&lt;br /&gt;Who was given a seat in the stand&lt;br /&gt;Who was breaking away from the pack&lt;br /&gt;Who was only a stranger at home&lt;br /&gt;Who was ground down in the end&lt;br /&gt;Who was found dead on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Who was dragged down by the stone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-110930798444381673?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/110930798444381673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=110930798444381673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/110930798444381673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/110930798444381673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/02/dogs-roger-waters.html' title='Dogs-Roger Waters'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000192.post-110905866299936940</id><published>2005-02-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:13:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Now why am I beginning something, which am not sure of ever continuing. I had begun keeping a diary last year, but somewhere down the line it became a bi-monthly affair. But am proud of the fact that I did take it up again towards the end of the year. This year I decided to continue the habit. But the situation seems worse than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even blogging is nothing new. The service I had subscribed to earlier saw only a single post from me, and that a poem not written by me. Do I have a problem writing down thoughts??? Well, no. I don't think that is the problem. I remember filling pages after pages when I was in college and school days were even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that I have stopped thinking. Maybe, the thoughts are no longer original or maybe it's because I have realized a thousand others have already thought that much before I even was. Or maybe I just don't want others to read my opinion. Am I scared of something? I honestly don't know!! Or maybe am plain lazy! Well, I think it's a combination of all the factors mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have admitted the problem to myself, I think I will make an effort to overcome the block. I have seen friends who started blogging undergo a dramatic change. Within a few months their writing style imrpoved for the better. Some of the posts I read came as a surprise cos I never knew they could write so well or think so deep. I think blogging does free up your writing style. This is the only place where you can write what you want to write without bothering about deadlines and punctuation and grammar and the quality of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I feel writing about business and technology has kind of circumscribed my style and my thinking it's about time to explore the possibilities of getting out of the rut. And so blogging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000192-110905866299936940?l=bionicscribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/feeds/110905866299936940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000192&amp;postID=110905866299936940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/110905866299936940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000192/posts/default/110905866299936940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bionicscribe.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>BionicScribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00318166563005566224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ErgN7aPQa-E/SWeKnBvQhXI/AAAAAAAACKA/KymCH3uDLXk/S220/justlikeme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
