<?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-34886055</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:02:21.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Star</title><subtitle type='html'>The lyrics and poems from my http:// rockstar2006 peterspaces. live.com/ 69 in total. 

The poems / lyrics are in reversed order from the original page, and were written in about 2 weeks without any revision.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903087302307840</id><published>2006-09-23T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:01:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>old wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;into red color leaving&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hundred desires&lt;br /&gt;of sunsets I saw&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the sky&lt;br /&gt;and streets&lt;br /&gt;seemed cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903087302307840?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903087302307840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903087302307840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903087302307840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903087302307840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115903087302307840.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903084117577824</id><published>2006-09-23T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:00:41.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>light blinding dawn&lt;br /&gt;where sun &lt;br /&gt;awaits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;goodbye to waves rolling&lt;br /&gt;white-green turning sea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;silty is&lt;br /&gt;fragile freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903084117577824?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903084117577824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903084117577824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903084117577824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903084117577824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115903084117577824.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903079938816953</id><published>2006-09-23T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:59:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;of the sun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in peaceful softness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;brightens&lt;br /&gt;liquid tears&lt;br /&gt;of the flowing river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903079938816953?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903079938816953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903079938816953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903079938816953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903079938816953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115903079938816953.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903076919799481</id><published>2006-09-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:59:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>dreams from hearts&lt;br /&gt;erase death's night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;replace the spire&lt;br /&gt;from reposing flow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;edges of fire&lt;br /&gt;are rising day now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903076919799481?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903076919799481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903076919799481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903076919799481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903076919799481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115903076919799481.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903060826976187</id><published>2006-09-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:56:48.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>Love is here and then it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;All the same for everyone;&lt;br /&gt;Things to make and to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Two together one for one.&lt;br /&gt;Grow your heart inside a trust,&lt;br /&gt;All things of love are a must;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do with evermore,&lt;br /&gt;Always be of your feelings sure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crying game and a burning flame,&lt;br /&gt;Riding high and sometimes low;&lt;br /&gt;All is in this earthly same,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings burst to cold or glow.&lt;br /&gt;We do love to lead the full way,&lt;br /&gt;Give as much as we can give;&lt;br /&gt;See the glowing rise the day,&lt;br /&gt;What it's worth just make up and live.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is in the clouds and dim,&lt;br /&gt;Riding high with stormy waves;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful world oh whimsy whim,&lt;br /&gt;Live in the well and misbehaves.&lt;br /&gt;All is within the years to go,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to run from;&lt;br /&gt;What you've said the wind will blow,&lt;br /&gt;New thoughts and days are still to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903060826976187?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903060826976187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903060826976187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903060826976187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903060826976187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903055943992700</id><published>2006-09-23T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:55:59.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Time</title><content type='html'>Give a time to be a star,&lt;br /&gt;The rivers are out of control;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are quite bizarre,&lt;br /&gt;In and out of this chuckhole.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give a time to flowing dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Waves of the sea to try;&lt;br /&gt;Though everything faraway now seems,&lt;br /&gt;Let just your thoughts grow high.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time is at ease or going,&lt;br /&gt;Live with your changes to be;&lt;br /&gt;There is some absolute in knowing,&lt;br /&gt;What your eyes can not see.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give a time for your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the roads that are near;&lt;br /&gt;There are many distances ad-infinitum,&lt;br /&gt;But only yesterday becomes clear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time is at ease or going,&lt;br /&gt;Live with your changes to be;&lt;br /&gt;There is some absolute in knowing,&lt;br /&gt;What your eyes can not see.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All chains are meant to brake loose,&lt;br /&gt;To make away to your tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;You have no reasons for an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;To stand against the undergo.&lt;br /&gt;Say what you dream and dream yet again,&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets are only inside your space;&lt;br /&gt;Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,&lt;br /&gt;Attitudes like dreams so many ways.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,&lt;br /&gt;Attitudes like dreams so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903055943992700?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903055943992700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903055943992700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903055943992700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903055943992700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/give-time.html' title='Give a Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903049060290063</id><published>2006-09-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:54:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Around</title><content type='html'>Play around and have some fun,&lt;br /&gt;Surely darkness is on the run;&lt;br /&gt;Flower gardens lie everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Summertime is here and there.&lt;br /&gt;You have seen the stars shine,&lt;br /&gt;On across the winter's brine;&lt;br /&gt;Night has turned upside down,&lt;br /&gt;Now the day is in white gown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring some peace inside the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Give  away to the yellow green;&lt;br /&gt;Fun is in its steps to start,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Lets bring in the things of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Summer ways are always on;&lt;br /&gt;There's freshness and hobbledehoy,&lt;br /&gt;With each peace in its summer spawn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everything you do or say,&lt;br /&gt;Finds away to turn and aggregate;&lt;br /&gt;What will come the alleyway,&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring us more fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's deeper then touch of skin,&lt;br /&gt;Turning around going inside in;&lt;br /&gt;And coming across for another feel,&lt;br /&gt;Like a fantasy that is for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903049060290063?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903049060290063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903049060290063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903049060290063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903049060290063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/play-around.html' title='Play Around'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903045765321115</id><published>2006-09-23T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:54:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>Wake up to the early light,&lt;br /&gt;Find the sky in the clear blue;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts have come from the night,&lt;br /&gt;Some are old and some are new.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring your thoughts around here,&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds that fly on by,&lt;br /&gt;This is blossoming summer's year,&lt;br /&gt;For the likes of you and I.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drift away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay,&lt;br /&gt;Drift into the early morn day;&lt;br /&gt;To clouds far and high,&lt;br /&gt;To the faraway blue sky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are here for reasons - all,&lt;br /&gt;Why it is we do not know;&lt;br /&gt;Like the mountains standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;Higher hills and vales low.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Giving daily opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;Flying away with time that's done;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's wintry or summer's breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying life and going still on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drift away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay,&lt;br /&gt;Drift in the early morn day;&lt;br /&gt;To clouds far and high,&lt;br /&gt;To the faraway blue sky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drift in the early morn day,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Drift away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903045765321115?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903045765321115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903045765321115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903045765321115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903045765321115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903041545145586</id><published>2006-09-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:53:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a Reason</title><content type='html'>There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without a reason,&lt;br /&gt;Winter and spring&lt;br /&gt;Or any season.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is the day&lt;br /&gt;Night with its stars,&lt;br /&gt;Early morning play&lt;br /&gt;Winter's isobars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You and I have love to give,&lt;br /&gt;With reasons to and fro;&lt;br /&gt;Something worth of to live,&lt;br /&gt;With moments now and a while ago.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shine your day and realize,&lt;br /&gt;What you have before it's too late;&lt;br /&gt;Like its tides counterclockwise,&lt;br /&gt;All your footsteps accelerate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Summertime surprise&lt;br /&gt;Rain will fall through,&lt;br /&gt;Hours that you idealize&lt;br /&gt;Some are untrue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is awake&lt;br /&gt;Like dawn coming in,&lt;br /&gt;What from it you make&lt;br /&gt;Lose or win.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You and I have love to give,&lt;br /&gt;With reasons to and fro;&lt;br /&gt;Something worth of to live,&lt;br /&gt;With moments now and a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments come so fast and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Without a reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without any given reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903041545145586?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903041545145586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903041545145586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903041545145586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903041545145586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/without-reason.html' title='Without a Reason'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903033420766405</id><published>2006-09-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:52:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>anything personal&lt;br /&gt;for time running&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;touch the stars&lt;br /&gt;with curves of fire&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;go calmly awake&lt;br /&gt;heaven's certainty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903033420766405?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903033420766405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903033420766405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903033420766405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903033420766405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115903033420766405.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903030204508585</id><published>2006-09-23T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:51:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First of First</title><content type='html'>Oh love whispered the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Its voice soft and sweet;&lt;br /&gt;Years of youth disciplined,&lt;br /&gt;Through moments coming beat.&lt;br /&gt;The days will become years,&lt;br /&gt;With each life reaching high;&lt;br /&gt;In laughter and with tears,&lt;br /&gt;As days and nights passes by.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Slipping the folders through,&lt;br /&gt;The silences and future's talk;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays gone for the new,&lt;br /&gt;As seasons circle and walk.&lt;br /&gt;Among shatterers turning ways,&lt;br /&gt;Behind the straws and hills;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes of hours and days,&lt;br /&gt;All what the future fulfills.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh love in each dawn and night,&lt;br /&gt;So many voices in the river;&lt;br /&gt;To newborn child first bight,&lt;br /&gt;what thoughts have yet to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Moments both sharp and unreal,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds and blue skies among;&lt;br /&gt;First of the first when you feel,&lt;br /&gt;And life starts to listen and long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903030204508585?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903030204508585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903030204508585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903030204508585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903030204508585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-of-first.html' title='First of First'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903022404215930</id><published>2006-09-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:50:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Just A Dream</title><content type='html'>Like everything we say or do,&lt;br /&gt;Each time will clear our thoughts out;&lt;br /&gt;The night has come to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;What life and love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;And when your heart opens true,&lt;br /&gt;With everything you got to say;&lt;br /&gt;The hours meet the sky in the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Just before the light goes away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My love my love is all for you,&lt;br /&gt;With peace in heart to come and find;&lt;br /&gt;There is no love dark and untrue,&lt;br /&gt;Only some reasons of trusting blind.&lt;br /&gt;If time is right it will come and be,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the moments around us are;&lt;br /&gt;Only two lovers shall find it and see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes together in peace and war.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Until we find it's not only dreams,&lt;br /&gt;We will search the ways that lead us;&lt;br /&gt;Earth in its struggle always seems,&lt;br /&gt;With broken wings and hardheadedness.&lt;br /&gt;Walking the sands we will meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are wide as times are right;&lt;br /&gt;Stop your heart of thorns and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Love's like a star in the night-light.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way and find,&lt;br /&gt;All contents of the unfinishable page;&lt;br /&gt;Together we will leave the lost behind,&lt;br /&gt;And grow the roots with peace and age.&lt;br /&gt;Darling my love's here waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Like fluttering waves of sweeping sea;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it flow in lightning's flash blue,&lt;br /&gt;Or is this just a dream inside of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903022404215930?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903022404215930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903022404215930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903022404215930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903022404215930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-this-just-dream.html' title='Is This Just A Dream'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903018223962886</id><published>2006-09-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:49:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Before</title><content type='html'>I have seen you somewhere before,&lt;br /&gt;When time was the way to go;&lt;br /&gt;Your face has the lines to adore,&lt;br /&gt;When moon's in its height for a glow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like breeze in the beautiful trees,&lt;br /&gt;For a very short while;&lt;br /&gt;I did what you asked to please,&lt;br /&gt;For that was my style.&lt;br /&gt;But now I have nothing to give,&lt;br /&gt;For all's just only to beguile;&lt;br /&gt;To live what we truly can live,&lt;br /&gt;For what we do compile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't care anyway - anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You gave no life to live;&lt;br /&gt;For all was just you to abhor, &lt;br /&gt;Burning passions unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have seen it all in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Running and flying around;&lt;br /&gt;Into the unknown to embark,&lt;br /&gt;Never again to be found.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But now I have nothing to give,&lt;br /&gt;For all's just only to beguile;&lt;br /&gt;To live what we truly can live,&lt;br /&gt;For what we do compile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We run away from each sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;To whatever makes us glad;&lt;br /&gt;There is always new tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For sad yesterdays we had.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now time has a way to be sure,&lt;br /&gt;New plans invent and contrive;&lt;br /&gt;If ours were of fate immature,&lt;br /&gt;Dying passions unresponsive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903018223962886?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903018223962886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903018223962886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903018223962886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903018223962886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/somewhere-before.html' title='Somewhere Before'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903010233188189</id><published>2006-09-23T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:48:22.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Are Modern Reality</title><content type='html'>Take me over there,&lt;br /&gt;Where all things start to come;&lt;br /&gt;I am always aware,&lt;br /&gt;Where it's all coming from.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looks are modern reality,&lt;br /&gt;For making things worth awhile;&lt;br /&gt;Love song's for - to be to be,&lt;br /&gt;In any a given style.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You thought I was a face,&lt;br /&gt;Playing around to be safe;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have made you amaze,&lt;br /&gt;Of what you only could rave...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give or take any makeup,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is left of the dress;&lt;br /&gt;Some are like Hollywood hills blob,&lt;br /&gt;Coming out less and less.&lt;br /&gt;I am your one in the flesh,&lt;br /&gt;Giving the stars their shine;&lt;br /&gt;Mystical in the twilight's enmesh,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows that draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse is my friend,&lt;br /&gt;And the twinkling starlight around;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dresses to apprehend,&lt;br /&gt;Anything glittering that can be found.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come and take your stare,&lt;br /&gt;For I am what the world's missing;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Real voice ranges hissing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looks are modern reality,&lt;br /&gt;For making things worth awhile;&lt;br /&gt;Love song's for - to be to be,&lt;br /&gt;In any a given style.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give or take my show blob,&lt;br /&gt;And you will wake up more and more less;&lt;br /&gt;The sugar is sweet in my cup,&lt;br /&gt;Though colors of contrast are in mess.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go nameless to the sugar ball,&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I came to there;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup and dressing is my call,&lt;br /&gt;Pound of my flesh how I 'functionaire'.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call and scream my way,&lt;br /&gt;Star will come out that's not forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;Let all my glittering on the Air play,&lt;br /&gt;It's either showy dress or blue cotton.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come and take your stare,&lt;br /&gt;For I am what the world's missing;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Real voice ranges hissing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looks are modern reality,&lt;br /&gt;For making things worth a while;&lt;br /&gt;Love song's for - to be to be,&lt;br /&gt;In any a given style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903010233188189?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903010233188189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903010233188189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903010233188189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903010233188189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/looks-are-modern-reality.html' title='Looks Are Modern Reality'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903006045821882</id><published>2006-09-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:47:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Dreams Come and Go</title><content type='html'>Let the dreams come and go,&lt;br /&gt;For the night will arrive;&lt;br /&gt;When moon's in shadows glow,&lt;br /&gt;Light and dark comes to live.&lt;br /&gt;Inside out is now my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With the feelings I try to hide;&lt;br /&gt;Through the newest rigmarole,&lt;br /&gt;Where our ways are alongside.&lt;br /&gt;In a war we are mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;Death's presents - so motionless;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace both forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;Open eyes - lost and starless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have not death, have not death,&lt;br /&gt;Its world obliterate lives roots;&lt;br /&gt;Give new breath, give new breath,&lt;br /&gt;Be born to live and give your fruits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let the dreams flow in making,&lt;br /&gt;Heart in heart to fulfill;&lt;br /&gt;Silences leave voices awaking,&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine through a shadowed hill.&lt;br /&gt;All is same on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Sky hides - my thoughts fetches;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning days each its worth,&lt;br /&gt;New love and life stretches.&lt;br /&gt;In a war we are mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;Death's presents - so motionless;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace both forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;Open eyes - lost and starless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have not death, have not death,&lt;br /&gt;Its world obliterate lives roots;&lt;br /&gt;Give new breath, give new breath,&lt;br /&gt;Be born to live and give your fruits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh hear my heart call and cry,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh hey-oh, yeah live not die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903006045821882?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903006045821882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903006045821882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903006045821882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903006045821882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-dreams-come-and-go.html' title='Let The Dreams Come and Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115903001974069102</id><published>2006-09-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:46:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers of Spring</title><content type='html'>Give what in you take,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is at stake;&lt;br /&gt;Turn again your head,&lt;br /&gt;For you know it - you are dead!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bleed inside alone,&lt;br /&gt;With pretty songs you sing;&lt;br /&gt;Down on cobbles stone,&lt;br /&gt;Sun and peace you'll bring.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the shooting gun,&lt;br /&gt;With or without a cause;&lt;br /&gt;There are tears inside the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When there is life to lose.&lt;br /&gt;What you say you say,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing tears or smile;&lt;br /&gt;In the breeze it'll stay,&lt;br /&gt;For some hours while.&lt;br /&gt;Know what life all means,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is to be forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow or gray tone beams,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are sometimes rotten.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We can have some days,&lt;br /&gt;With our inside talk;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;As we take our walk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bleed inside alone,&lt;br /&gt;With pretty songs you sing;&lt;br /&gt;Down on cobbles stone,&lt;br /&gt;Sun and peace you'll bring.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the shooting gun,&lt;br /&gt;With or without a cause;&lt;br /&gt;There are tears inside the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When there is life to lose.&lt;br /&gt;What you say you say,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing tears or smile;&lt;br /&gt;In the breeze it'll stay,&lt;br /&gt;For some hours while.&lt;br /&gt;Know what life all means,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is to be forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow or gray tone beams,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are sometimes rotten.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Know what life all means,&lt;br /&gt;Know what life all means,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are sometimes rotten...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115903001974069102?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115903001974069102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115903001974069102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903001974069102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115903001974069102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/flowers-of-spring.html' title='Flowers of Spring'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902996629519230</id><published>2006-09-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:46:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>world in a dusk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;angels of gathered stars&lt;br /&gt;rowing to dream touched times&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;their daughters&lt;br /&gt;nest in green summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902996629519230?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902996629519230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902996629519230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902996629519230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902996629519230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902996629519230.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902993506011969</id><published>2006-09-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:45:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>You and I don't waste nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Fresh it's going to the heart;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings for tomorrow must sing,&lt;br /&gt;If you give them each a start.&lt;br /&gt;What I find I may not lose,&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of what I feel;&lt;br /&gt;Steps twining in lost avenues,&lt;br /&gt;Life is how you make a deal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never be alone inside a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;So much depends on each thought;&lt;br /&gt;Every reason can be reavowed,&lt;br /&gt;With fires within that may be caught.&lt;br /&gt;Begin a day with something fresh,&lt;br /&gt;For all lost feelings and disarray;&lt;br /&gt;Give some excitement gooseflesh,&lt;br /&gt;Bring in new order for the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You and I just reaches apart,&lt;br /&gt;Like drifting clouds in the air;&lt;br /&gt;Only a heart knows where to start,&lt;br /&gt;Love and giving - know how to share.&lt;br /&gt;All is in all - just what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Begin to give waste not a flow;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in - love is for real,&lt;br /&gt;Bring in your feelings for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902993506011969?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902993506011969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902993506011969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902993506011969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902993506011969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902983253769277</id><published>2006-09-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:43:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move It On</title><content type='html'>Let my dreams come and stay,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling different day and night;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in the airway,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your loving tight.&lt;br /&gt;Soon it's over gone and dead,&lt;br /&gt;What you had to give and do;&lt;br /&gt;The world may be better instead,&lt;br /&gt;Even though you gone and through.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Human race is starting to grow,&lt;br /&gt;With the days and longings strait;&lt;br /&gt;People moving on to-and-fro,&lt;br /&gt;There's no time for life to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Better get yourself in line,&lt;br /&gt;With whatever makes some sense,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to grow on and be fine,&lt;br /&gt;Give your gravitations more chance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all get what we need,&lt;br /&gt;There maybe some tricks or tread;&lt;br /&gt;Or one way going an easy street,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one way going on an easy street.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Human race is starting to grow,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give a way to even more try;&lt;br /&gt;Let your brothers onward grow,&lt;br /&gt;Something's hart to teach or classify.&lt;br /&gt;What is it all about being alive,&lt;br /&gt;Letting you in - starting your drive;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and teaching, letting you dive.&lt;br /&gt;What is it all about being alive?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all get what we need,&lt;br /&gt;There maybe some tricks or tread;&lt;br /&gt;Or one way going an easy street,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one way going on an easy street.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah come and carry it on,&lt;br /&gt;Give some work and have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902983253769277?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902983253769277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902983253769277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902983253769277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902983253769277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/move-it-on.html' title='Move It On'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902971431167107</id><published>2006-09-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:41:54.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evening is In</title><content type='html'>The evening is in for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet love - the light won't stay;&lt;br /&gt;For time's in its dim dark,&lt;br /&gt;As somber thoughts embark&lt;br /&gt;And watch the hours fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love's heart will come and play,&lt;br /&gt;In lonesome shadowed ray;&lt;br /&gt;When mystic will amplify,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds that are going by&lt;br /&gt;With breezing slow remark.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each richness can't buy or bring,&lt;br /&gt;Nature of beauty that will sing;&lt;br /&gt;Be the soul of its sound,&lt;br /&gt;Flying leaves going around&lt;br /&gt;As the evening hours fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The evening is in for the night,&lt;br /&gt;With the stars to shine on bright;&lt;br /&gt;The town's footsteps in their sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Conquering dreams of deep&lt;br /&gt;In a breezing slow remark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902971431167107?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902971431167107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902971431167107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902971431167107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902971431167107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/evening-is-in.html' title='The Evening is In'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902966310217888</id><published>2006-09-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:41:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castles in The Clouds</title><content type='html'>Sail on to castles in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams faraway into the night;&lt;br /&gt;On lonesome days without the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;My faith will take its flight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is out there, &lt;br /&gt;For me to care,&lt;br /&gt;What is out there, what is out there,&lt;br /&gt;Around everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;What is inside,&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart ticks,&lt;br /&gt;What is inside, what is inside,&lt;br /&gt;From here to there?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll know you more in dreams I'll find,&lt;br /&gt;When we both share thoughts along;&lt;br /&gt;And leave no faith together entwined,&lt;br /&gt;Of what it is we both want strong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is out there, &lt;br /&gt;For me to care,&lt;br /&gt;What is out there, what is out there,&lt;br /&gt;Around everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;What is inside,&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart ticks,&lt;br /&gt;What is inside, what is inside,&lt;br /&gt;From here to there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll know you more of that I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your thoughts inside my strays;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams within the dreams of adjure,&lt;br /&gt;Song of heart that comes and stays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902966310217888?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902966310217888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902966310217888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902966310217888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902966310217888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/castles-in-clouds.html' title='Castles in The Clouds'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902961276415864</id><published>2006-09-23T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:40:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>return of the free wind&lt;br /&gt;life calls behold&lt;br /&gt;through rays&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;announcing dawn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in clear dew tears&lt;br /&gt;and birth of light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902961276415864?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902961276415864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902961276415864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902961276415864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902961276415864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902961276415864.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902947311863031</id><published>2006-09-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:37:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling for Heroes</title><content type='html'>Someone will give you a reason to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you try to wake up;&lt;br /&gt;It's your destiny and driving call,&lt;br /&gt;That no one but you alone can stop.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons are calling from within,&lt;br /&gt;There is noting that is there a fact;&lt;br /&gt;You are both the prayer and the sin,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving each of your driving intact.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will keep its day in steel,&lt;br /&gt;While the night comes slowly in;&lt;br /&gt;You are just what you inside most feel,&lt;br /&gt;To each shadow a stranger or a kin.&lt;br /&gt;What you do will be kept or be gone,&lt;br /&gt;For like the flowers of time are we;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing seeds to the earth to go on,&lt;br /&gt;Like a song of refrain and continuity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We'll swim though deep sea or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Like dolphins in the ocean of age;&lt;br /&gt;Time's centuries like roads evolving,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying every importance and wage.&lt;br /&gt;Every reason is to dive with and play,&lt;br /&gt;Waving billows are calling for heroes;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fishes of night and the day,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if the breeze settles or blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902947311863031?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902947311863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902947311863031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902947311863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902947311863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/calling-for-heroes.html' title='Calling for Heroes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902938221684728</id><published>2006-09-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:36:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day By Day Then Night</title><content type='html'>Day by day then night,&lt;br /&gt;Voice left in somewhere flight;&lt;br /&gt;All is gone for ever more,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was for real or sure.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's past or going,&lt;br /&gt;Like the summer's glowing;&lt;br /&gt;With fires that once burned,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of no returned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With a shadow like a name,&lt;br /&gt;Burning burning passing flame;&lt;br /&gt;What will recognition know,&lt;br /&gt;When distant self must grow.&lt;br /&gt;Purpose proper on the road, &lt;br /&gt;What to time was bestowed;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought one achieves,&lt;br /&gt;Like the shallow broken leaves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Night by night then a day,&lt;br /&gt;Everything in a rustic play;&lt;br /&gt;What must go must be again,&lt;br /&gt;Or each creation is in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the roads gone,&lt;br /&gt;All the sights seeds paragon;&lt;br /&gt;Flowering in thoughts new,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's dawn fresh dew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902938221684728?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902938221684728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902938221684728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902938221684728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902938221684728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-by-day-then-night.html' title='Day By Day Then Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902901013218097</id><published>2006-09-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:30:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>heaven in peace&lt;br /&gt;and harmony&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;clouds beyond&lt;br /&gt;the starlights&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my fire&lt;br /&gt;awakes within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902901013218097?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902901013218097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902901013218097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902901013218097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902901013218097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902901013218097.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902896340496175</id><published>2006-09-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:29:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>I give you a thought&lt;br /&gt;I once did know,&lt;br /&gt;Inside on its own&lt;br /&gt;It was there caught,&lt;br /&gt;From a while ago&lt;br /&gt;And was there alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The feelings that burn&lt;br /&gt;In longings that hide,&lt;br /&gt;And take each their turn&lt;br /&gt;When others abide.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My love song and more&lt;br /&gt;That inside all is,&lt;br /&gt;And I am not so sure&lt;br /&gt;If it's for real or a wish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The day and the night&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts that go,&lt;br /&gt;A dream in its flight&lt;br /&gt;And nobody does know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The instants and hours&lt;br /&gt;That come on to shine,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that are ours&lt;br /&gt;And hard are to define,&lt;br /&gt;Or draw an exact line.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My love song and more&lt;br /&gt;That inside me is,&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too sure&lt;br /&gt;If it's for real or a wish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The day and the night&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts that go,&lt;br /&gt;A dream in its flight&lt;br /&gt;For nobody to know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every part that plays&lt;br /&gt;On the strings of a heart,&lt;br /&gt;The many love's ways&lt;br /&gt;That never will start,&lt;br /&gt;Or break a new heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I give you a thought&lt;br /&gt;I once did know,&lt;br /&gt;From inside out brought&lt;br /&gt;To a tune on the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902896340496175?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902896340496175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902896340496175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902896340496175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902896340496175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902889146000096</id><published>2006-09-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:28:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time</title><content type='html'>Night time I welcome you,&lt;br /&gt;With dark from door to door;&lt;br /&gt;Reborn shadows or the new,&lt;br /&gt;All that is drifting here ashore.&lt;br /&gt;Name of those still unborn,&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling mirror like a glass;&lt;br /&gt;Souls of shores wet and torn,&lt;br /&gt;Living repeatedly life's bypass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each beaten guest of decipher,&lt;br /&gt;Immortal lights of stars shine;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are raw or yeastier,&lt;br /&gt;Between the others and asinine.&lt;br /&gt;Wallflowers that never will be,&lt;br /&gt;Broken every minute this death;&lt;br /&gt;Who kills innocent illegitimately,&lt;br /&gt;Mothers in black their breath.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Night time grass in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Things of things without names;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams each of my yearning,&lt;br /&gt;Twilight of dawn broken flames.&lt;br /&gt;Those that are in somber park,&lt;br /&gt;Hurrying before springs of time;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the autumn dying lark,&lt;br /&gt;All those rosebuds in life's rime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902889146000096?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902889146000096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902889146000096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902889146000096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902889146000096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-time.html' title='Night Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902884916282337</id><published>2006-09-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:27:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Love Comes Clear In Sight</title><content type='html'>If love comes clear in sight,&lt;br /&gt;It is there for evermore;&lt;br /&gt;For stars that shine through night,&lt;br /&gt;Will bring love's ship ashore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes love is like the flower,&lt;br /&gt;That gives its seed to earth;&lt;br /&gt;With its boundary and avower,&lt;br /&gt;When futures give its birth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel as autumn's coming,&lt;br /&gt;When love's secrets go away;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no more blooming,&lt;br /&gt;In new and unborn day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are full of fears,&lt;br /&gt;And the feelings that go inside;&lt;br /&gt;Varieties of aromas atmospheres,&lt;br /&gt;That in the soul must hide.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If love comes to you now,&lt;br /&gt;It is with a silently touch;&lt;br /&gt;And only goes where you allow,&lt;br /&gt;With feelings in all inasmuch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes love can open the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With the blue colors beyond;&lt;br /&gt;And be there forever high,&lt;br /&gt;Though only in the heart be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902884916282337?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902884916282337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902884916282337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902884916282337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902884916282337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-love-comes-clear-in-sight.html' title='If Love Comes Clear In Sight'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902877349137393</id><published>2006-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:26:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>senses from moments&lt;br /&gt;embellishing fire spots&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;turning the urge&lt;br /&gt;of ordinary nothingness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;matter in inner womb&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902877349137393?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902877349137393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902877349137393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902877349137393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902877349137393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902877349137393.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902870972346984</id><published>2006-09-23T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:25:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Folklore</title><content type='html'>Bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;From over the sea;&lt;br /&gt;To the high dome,&lt;br /&gt;Build for the free.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to give,&lt;br /&gt;From land of folklore;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to live,&lt;br /&gt;Just like before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Days with much light,&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the ice;&lt;br /&gt;Justice and right,&lt;br /&gt;In Thor's own paradise.&lt;br /&gt;The tides of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Are flowing there still;&lt;br /&gt;With mystical streams,&lt;br /&gt;That futures fulfil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The land of the snow,&lt;br /&gt;And wilderness ways;&lt;br /&gt;The icy cold glow,&lt;br /&gt;Of northern light days.&lt;br /&gt;True summertime brights,&lt;br /&gt;Peace from world's wars;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing starry nights,&lt;br /&gt;Black sand beaches shores.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring them all home,&lt;br /&gt;From over the sea;&lt;br /&gt;To the high dome,&lt;br /&gt;Build for the free.&lt;br /&gt;Know the wild flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Of quiescent hills;&lt;br /&gt;Pellucid falling powers,&lt;br /&gt;From waterfalls thrills.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Days with much light,&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the ice;&lt;br /&gt;Justice and right,&lt;br /&gt;In Thor's own paradise.&lt;br /&gt;Bring them all home,&lt;br /&gt;From over the sea;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts away roam,&lt;br /&gt;And our futures will carry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902870972346984?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902870972346984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902870972346984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902870972346984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902870972346984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/land-of-folklore.html' title='The Land of Folklore'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902866076762230</id><published>2006-09-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:24:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live With Your Feelings</title><content type='html'>Be as you are,&lt;br /&gt;With every breath taken;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in and war,&lt;br /&gt;When deep you are akin.&lt;br /&gt;Fly through the days,&lt;br /&gt;From hour to hour;&lt;br /&gt;What comes and stays,&lt;br /&gt;That truly is our.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's all what we need,&lt;br /&gt;It's all to fight for;&lt;br /&gt;When feelings proceed&lt;br /&gt;And the inside deplore,&lt;br /&gt;Through my heart and yours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And what there remains,&lt;br /&gt;To give and to use;&lt;br /&gt;Instances of constrains,&lt;br /&gt;When we win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;The pain from within,&lt;br /&gt;And meaningless talk;&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty to pin,&lt;br /&gt;In our own rimrock.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's all what we need,&lt;br /&gt;It's all to fight for;&lt;br /&gt;When feelings proceed&lt;br /&gt;And the inside deplore,&lt;br /&gt;Through my heart and yours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Live with your feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902866076762230?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902866076762230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902866076762230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902866076762230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902866076762230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/live-with-your-feelings.html' title='Live With Your Feelings'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902851935311372</id><published>2006-09-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:21:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take or Leave</title><content type='html'>Take or leave all wishing's gone,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is really over;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side on life's autobahn,&lt;br /&gt;Each thought is its rover.&lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Will not give the ways;&lt;br /&gt;Styles that come and are hurled,&lt;br /&gt;After a while stop to amaze.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take or leave the made images,&lt;br /&gt;That nothing give or leave;&lt;br /&gt;They have there no advantages,&lt;br /&gt;In their shortcomings brief.&lt;br /&gt;It's real hard to be quite true,&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing of value;&lt;br /&gt;Try being personal with attitude,&lt;br /&gt;And there will be ways to accrue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take or leave world of money,&lt;br /&gt;Each will give its own way;&lt;br /&gt;Popularity is peculiar and funny,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing for long there stays.&lt;br /&gt;It's real hard to be quite true,&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing of value;&lt;br /&gt;Try being personal with attitude,&lt;br /&gt;And there will be ways to accrue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take or leave and then be done,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just going around;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for an abjection,&lt;br /&gt;On any pretentious battleground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902851935311372?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902851935311372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902851935311372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902851935311372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902851935311372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-or-leave.html' title='Take or Leave'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902847296657642</id><published>2006-09-23T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:21:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Prospers In Its Vain</title><content type='html'>I will whisper in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Play my songs in the park;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely and out of way,&lt;br /&gt;Giving grieves day by day.&lt;br /&gt;All is true and untrue,&lt;br /&gt;It is up to me and you;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes to awake,&lt;br /&gt;What the hours can make.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take down your own ground,&lt;br /&gt;Lost may be there inside found;&lt;br /&gt;All the straight and the odds,&lt;br /&gt;Fill each walk with new thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Weary life be gone or up fill,&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone still;&lt;br /&gt;What daydreams were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Before the storms comes to free.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have given nothing up,&lt;br /&gt;That is just my tea and cup;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not do before,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's inside to assure.&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up in every town,&lt;br /&gt;What you reap is what is sown;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be same again,&lt;br /&gt;World prospers in its vain.&lt;br /&gt;World prospers in its vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902847296657642?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902847296657642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902847296657642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902847296657642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902847296657642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/world-prospers-in-its-vain.html' title='World Prospers In Its Vain'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902825763277863</id><published>2006-09-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:17:37.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>beyond the wait&lt;br /&gt;of longing time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we keep touch&lt;br /&gt;for fire hopes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and with nothing&lt;br /&gt;you'll strife to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902825763277863?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902825763277863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902825763277863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902825763277863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902825763277863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902825763277863.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902810410801075</id><published>2006-09-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:15:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along The Passion Way</title><content type='html'>Everybody is going somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;With each night and day;&lt;br /&gt;Futures are here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Along the passion way.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are looking dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;With their wings and fire;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts so often feverous,&lt;br /&gt;In their searching desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love will walk through alleys,&lt;br /&gt;And twisted dreams in cities;&lt;br /&gt;With all its many dillydallies,&lt;br /&gt;And heat of the nights kitties.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams must flicker and burn,&lt;br /&gt;In ways of the pretty moonlight;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to return,&lt;br /&gt;When love catches the ways of night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everybody searches the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Trying with a plan to start;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile and heavy bittersweets,&lt;br /&gt;Messages to understand the heart.&lt;br /&gt;With simple ways for a survival,&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing can be controlled;&lt;br /&gt;Planing schemes for each rival,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in the city shall unfold.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every heart is going somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;With each night and day;&lt;br /&gt;Futures are here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Along the passion way.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are looking dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;With their wings and fire;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts so often feverous,&lt;br /&gt;In their searching desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902810410801075?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902810410801075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902810410801075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902810410801075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902810410801075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/along-passion-way.html' title='Along The Passion Way'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902803102818796</id><published>2006-09-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:13:51.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever I am Going</title><content type='html'>Wherever I am going,&lt;br /&gt;As times and thoughts go by;&lt;br /&gt;Rising in and knowing,&lt;br /&gt;The futures worth to try.&lt;br /&gt;For love is what you give it,&lt;br /&gt;Like morning clear and bright;&lt;br /&gt;You show you know and admit,&lt;br /&gt;That you're in your own flight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh give me time to share,&lt;br /&gt;And make right my mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;My fate like a centrosphere,&lt;br /&gt;Of dark and tender heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;I have to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;If you want things to grow;&lt;br /&gt;So much behind is uncouth,&lt;br /&gt;And like colors to autumn go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whichever turning to find,&lt;br /&gt;From the footsteps that are gone;&lt;br /&gt;We left our mistakes behind,&lt;br /&gt;Before the peace was on.&lt;br /&gt;Like dark and deep the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Of waves and unknown weed;&lt;br /&gt;Our love comes here to be,&lt;br /&gt;So good and well it tread.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh give me time to share,&lt;br /&gt;And make right my mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;My fate like a centrosphere,&lt;br /&gt;Of dark and tender heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;I have to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;If you want things to grow;&lt;br /&gt;So much behind is uncouth,&lt;br /&gt;And like colors to autumn go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mind is born to be free,&lt;br /&gt;For all the sweet things to know;&lt;br /&gt;Like flowers in colors I see,&lt;br /&gt;That one time or another will glow.&lt;br /&gt;The heart has made lot of mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;And more will come I'm afraid;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've inside what takes,&lt;br /&gt;Or life has my heart betrayed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh give me time to share,&lt;br /&gt;And make right my mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;My fate like a centrosphere,&lt;br /&gt;Of dark and tender heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;I have to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;If you want things to grow;&lt;br /&gt;So much behind is uncouth,&lt;br /&gt;And like colors to autumn go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And to wherever I am going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902803102818796?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902803102818796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902803102818796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902803102818796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902803102818796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/wherever-i-am-going.html' title='Wherever I am Going'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902797998579222</id><published>2006-09-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:12:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>lights of sights&lt;br /&gt;and sun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;with waiting rain&lt;br /&gt;in clouds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;life changes&lt;br /&gt;and each desire awakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902797998579222?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902797998579222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902797998579222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902797998579222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902797998579222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902797998579222.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902793907277316</id><published>2006-09-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:12:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking The Waves</title><content type='html'>Breaking the waves to finally know,&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth in this old game;&lt;br /&gt;Places to hold come to and grow,&lt;br /&gt;Bring some thoughts give it a flame.&lt;br /&gt;Close in a place just like this,&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes down to its start;&lt;br /&gt;Blinking your eyes making a wish,&lt;br /&gt;All roads lead to your own heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me rumours and lies,&lt;br /&gt;You had it going for too long;&lt;br /&gt;What looked so natural is a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out rightly or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it all back - bring it all back,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it came so close;&lt;br /&gt;What I did miss was just a crack,&lt;br /&gt;Anything comes and anything goes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Breaking the waves finding the spear,&lt;br /&gt;I feel tonight more confidential;&lt;br /&gt;It took some years to be so austere,&lt;br /&gt;For love and life are so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Peace with yourself all is forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;What was or ought never to return;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like roots sometimes are rotten,&lt;br /&gt;Passions like mornings ever to burn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring it all back - bring it all back,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it came so close;&lt;br /&gt;What I did miss was just a crack,&lt;br /&gt;Anything comes and anything goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902793907277316?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902793907277316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902793907277316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902793907277316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902793907277316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/breaking-waves.html' title='Breaking The Waves'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902782767129560</id><published>2006-09-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:10:27.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Lullabies</title><content type='html'>When day goes to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is with you;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering lullabies to keep,&lt;br /&gt;From the dark and weary blue.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is searching on,&lt;br /&gt;And going the world around;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so much's found and done,&lt;br /&gt;Some strange and profound.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The words I couldn't say,&lt;br /&gt;Aiming to be never heard;&lt;br /&gt;Like book pages hideaway,&lt;br /&gt;Never again to be altered.&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures starting to rise,&lt;br /&gt;With pilings of the high flows;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the burning disguise,&lt;br /&gt;Mid sun of the mind shallows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When dreams look for reality,&lt;br /&gt;And what we know we don't;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies of unreal absurdity,&lt;br /&gt;Teaches you something or won't.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night of danger,&lt;br /&gt;Moments all steady and strong;&lt;br /&gt;For pleasures - don't be a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;The night won't forever be young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902782767129560?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902782767129560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902782767129560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902782767129560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902782767129560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/wandering-lullabies.html' title='Wandering Lullabies'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902776848612481</id><published>2006-09-23T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:09:42.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>passive recipient&lt;br /&gt;to the worlds truth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;spinning sonnet&lt;br /&gt;for passion&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;endeavored words&lt;br /&gt;with burning voice&lt;br /&gt;acclaiming love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902776848612481?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902776848612481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902776848612481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902776848612481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902776848612481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902776848612481.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902772431393496</id><published>2006-09-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:08:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Among The Blossoms</title><content type='html'>There is this rose,&lt;br /&gt;In a garden beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;And as life goes,&lt;br /&gt;With thorns cruel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Among the blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;From earth seeds;&lt;br /&gt;As the life possums,&lt;br /&gt;And the roots concedes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like dragonflies above the trees,&lt;br /&gt;In knowledge and abilities;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out each contiguities,&lt;br /&gt;In colored ways and poetries.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The blue of world beyond,&lt;br /&gt;When clouds drift away;&lt;br /&gt;Not to this earth bond,&lt;br /&gt;Each night or new day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With profound sky around,&lt;br /&gt;So deep in its applique;&lt;br /&gt;The horizon line is found,&lt;br /&gt;Inside all this quixote.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like dragonflies above the trees,&lt;br /&gt;In knowledge and abilities;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out each contiguities,&lt;br /&gt;In colored ways and poetries.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our world is so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams fading into sun;&lt;br /&gt;Their ways quite ignitible,&lt;br /&gt;To break out of our ration.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our spirt flies away high,&lt;br /&gt;To get to the gleaming stars;&lt;br /&gt;Let your imaginations try,&lt;br /&gt;Radio waves distance pulsars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like dragonflies above the trees,&lt;br /&gt;In knowledge and abilities;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out each contiguities,&lt;br /&gt;In colored ways and poetries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902772431393496?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902772431393496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902772431393496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902772431393496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902772431393496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/among-blossoms.html' title='Among The Blossoms'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902757785998736</id><published>2006-09-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:06:17.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Up To You</title><content type='html'>Let love come in,&lt;br /&gt;And be there with the crowd;&lt;br /&gt;Passions of joy and sin,&lt;br /&gt;Is what life's about.&lt;br /&gt;Either way it goes,&lt;br /&gt;Different thoughts to mind;&lt;br /&gt;Flower seed that grows,&lt;br /&gt;Hard sometimes to find.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let your song be true,&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds of time;&lt;br /&gt;It's all up to you,&lt;br /&gt;What reasons should there rime.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find the way,&lt;br /&gt;Just make it last a while,&lt;br /&gt;Like night comes to day,&lt;br /&gt;To give its unique style.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let life be like this,&lt;br /&gt;That to the world is born;&lt;br /&gt;Each day a little wish,&lt;br /&gt;In reality that is forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes of a song flows,&lt;br /&gt;Through what you make it to be;&lt;br /&gt;Recurring waves of billows,&lt;br /&gt;Makes oceans deep and free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902757785998736?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902757785998736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902757785998736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902757785998736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902757785998736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-all-up-to-you.html' title='It&apos;s All Up To You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902749285887513</id><published>2006-09-23T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:04:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Ballads</title><content type='html'>Come and get your doubts in,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are here to fulfil;&lt;br /&gt;Love still spins and spins to win,&lt;br /&gt;Over mountain tops and anthill.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something of your feelings verve,&lt;br /&gt;Close to the times gone by;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts or actions to observe,&lt;br /&gt;Before the hours all away fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give me some minutes to trust the day,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations are for the dim night;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason and there is a way,&lt;br /&gt;That makes the moment quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;Come into the standing with new appetite.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling and giving its floods,&lt;br /&gt;Stretching the river to go;&lt;br /&gt;Down through the gills in myriads,&lt;br /&gt;Crystal water ballads adagio.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silences moving voices to whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Opening doors to low singing;&lt;br /&gt;The earth becomes clear and crisper,&lt;br /&gt;New buds to flowers bringing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give me some minutes to trust new day,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations are for the dim night;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason and there is a way,&lt;br /&gt;That makes the moment quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;Come into the standing with new appetite.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With earth and gardens I'll pirouette,&lt;br /&gt;Dance with the moments now;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery of summer who can forget,&lt;br /&gt;As much as desire and hours allow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day to day that is life my love,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the air and sky of tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Steering the clouds far and above,&lt;br /&gt;Walking away as a true aficionado.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give me some minutes to trust the day,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations are for the dim night;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason and there is a way,&lt;br /&gt;That makes the moment quite all right,&lt;br /&gt;Come into the standing with a brand new appetite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902749285887513?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902749285887513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902749285887513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902749285887513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902749285887513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/water-ballads.html' title='Water Ballads'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902742666016518</id><published>2006-09-23T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:03:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Wait Any Longer</title><content type='html'>Why wait any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Life is drifting on;&lt;br /&gt;What time is getting younger,&lt;br /&gt;Soon the days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart and remain,&lt;br /&gt;Always true and brave;&lt;br /&gt;Never carry love in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings have their conclave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Summertime now runs about,&lt;br /&gt;With guiding lights strong;&lt;br /&gt;There will come suspect and doubt,&lt;br /&gt;In every kind of love song.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on a crossroad,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be very proud;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying with me discommode,&lt;br /&gt;Love's sometimes a rainy cloud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why wait any longer,&lt;br /&gt;For the one to come with me;&lt;br /&gt;Distances are going longer,&lt;br /&gt;Some out of reach already.&lt;br /&gt;Build on a stairway to come,&lt;br /&gt;Many things may go far;&lt;br /&gt;Love has feelings and freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the concept and avatar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why wait any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Life is drifting on;&lt;br /&gt;What time is getting younger,&lt;br /&gt;Soon the days are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902742666016518?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902742666016518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902742666016518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902742666016518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902742666016518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-wait-any-longer.html' title='Why Wait Any Longer'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902676830434849</id><published>2006-09-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:52:48.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summertime in The Glowing</title><content type='html'>It's summertime in the glowing,&lt;br /&gt;But more and more it's going;&lt;br /&gt;In praise of people ways,&lt;br /&gt;The days - the day it never stays.&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask you for a song,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever could go then wrong;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing to my darling,&lt;br /&gt;About what is now coming.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My feelings are all chained,&lt;br /&gt;Time by and by bloodstained;&lt;br /&gt;And sinking into its fate,&lt;br /&gt;In its forgetfulness state.&lt;br /&gt;My boat at sea and mist,&lt;br /&gt;Rhythms of space that exist;&lt;br /&gt;Befallen into hidden dim,&lt;br /&gt;Low life at reefs and brim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please look not back too far,&lt;br /&gt;All things are quite bizarre;&lt;br /&gt;For who can save us now,&lt;br /&gt;In each its desirable endow.&lt;br /&gt;Come run resolve my space,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the coming plays;&lt;br /&gt;Don't end my ways in this,&lt;br /&gt;On the beatitude and its bliss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's summertime in the glowing,&lt;br /&gt;But more and more it's going;&lt;br /&gt;In praise of people ways,&lt;br /&gt;The days - the day it never stays.&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask you for a song,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever could go then wrong;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sing to my easing,&lt;br /&gt;About what is now coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902676830434849?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902676830434849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902676830434849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902676830434849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902676830434849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-summertime-in-glowing.html' title='It&apos;s Summertime in The Glowing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902672167272684</id><published>2006-09-23T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:52:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take What is Broken</title><content type='html'>You are the same - always same,&lt;br /&gt;So hard to ask for anything;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy eyes a burning flame,&lt;br /&gt;You go away or loving bring.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you makes differences,&lt;br /&gt;Turning me off is all right;&lt;br /&gt;This all around talking acquaintances,&lt;br /&gt;Is scathing on no going light.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You had your ways and place with me,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing came out of it;&lt;br /&gt;You set my thoughts straight to see,&lt;br /&gt;That better things are to acquit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am to tame - something to frame,&lt;br /&gt;Quite insecure on to hold;&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me do your acclaim,&lt;br /&gt;Let the ways double unfold.&lt;br /&gt;What tastes now sweet may go,&lt;br /&gt;From time to time away;&lt;br /&gt;All what we know we don't know,&lt;br /&gt;The pure of taste cliche.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You had your ways and place with me,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing came out of it;&lt;br /&gt;You set my thoughts straight to see,&lt;br /&gt;That better things are to acquit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Letting the weight become light,&lt;br /&gt;Is not the right way to fight&lt;br /&gt;In love or hate;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me oneness in its own right,&lt;br /&gt;That's life debate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So much to fight for if love's true,&lt;br /&gt;Never though waste moments of touch;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are both - here to renew,&lt;br /&gt;If we love each other very much.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are making me want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Tough inside I know that's not what I wan;t&lt;br /&gt;You broken my wings to fly to your sky,&lt;br /&gt;All what is left - me now will haunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902672167272684?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902672167272684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902672167272684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902672167272684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902672167272684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-what-is-broken.html' title='Take What is Broken'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902668596295600</id><published>2006-09-23T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:51:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>protectively sometimes&lt;br /&gt;behind a pretty picture&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;innocents touch&lt;br /&gt;your desiring&lt;br /&gt;for hot looks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;smashed&lt;br /&gt;to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902668596295600?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902668596295600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902668596295600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902668596295600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902668596295600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_115902668596295600.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902665773741546</id><published>2006-09-23T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:50:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show - I Care</title><content type='html'>When I see you there,&lt;br /&gt;You give attention to it all.&lt;br /&gt;It's so wonderful to compare,&lt;br /&gt;How you each become appall.&lt;br /&gt;Just before the show's gone&lt;br /&gt;On the air here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;How you sing and fight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a show, with much glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Everything to witness and stare!&lt;br /&gt;Really wants me to care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are here and then gone,&lt;br /&gt;What a control for your life.&lt;br /&gt;Singing special on and on,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it and strife.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had this all too,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing some there around.&lt;br /&gt;Make me different, make me new,&lt;br /&gt;Be noticed, - lost and found.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a show with much glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Everything to witness and stare!&lt;br /&gt;Really wants me to care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It makes you special - self assure,&lt;br /&gt;Gives you stardom,&lt;br /&gt;So much fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All is in your sight,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's your shoulders on.&lt;br /&gt;How you sing and fight,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a show with much glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Everything to witness and stare!&lt;br /&gt;Really wants me to care,&lt;br /&gt;Really wants me to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902665773741546?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902665773741546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902665773741546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902665773741546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902665773741546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/show-i-care.html' title='The Show - I Care'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902662363978632</id><published>2006-09-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:50:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>leaden fumes&lt;br /&gt;towards this pavement cuttings&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;through steel soften&lt;br /&gt;automaton of smothers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the factory sprawling&lt;br /&gt;raw-edged bitter death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902662363978632?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902662363978632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902662363978632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902662363978632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902662363978632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem_23.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902655038770873</id><published>2006-09-23T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:49:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed</title><content type='html'>Our turning days are revealed,&lt;br /&gt;Dust to dust each hiding place;&lt;br /&gt;Days - one by one is a battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the surrounding aerospace.&lt;br /&gt;Masks are back on every one,&lt;br /&gt;With their hiding eyes they creep;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the dark without a sun,&lt;br /&gt;Silences around and a city at sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Flying with wings of darkish dim,&lt;br /&gt;And flowers black flowering on;&lt;br /&gt;The houses of angels and seraphim,&lt;br /&gt;With number of units in echelon.&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be when morn comes?&lt;br /&gt;Guiding the light back from dark.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows that dance in the interims,&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in every garden and park.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Secrets are hiding somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;Revealing identities never to some;&lt;br /&gt;When night's about there everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;They will show where they are from.&lt;br /&gt;Bless every child that now is sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Under the bed someone is hiding;&lt;br /&gt;What is this evil of anxiety keeping,&lt;br /&gt;Who is that creature in the storm riding?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guide every hour, &lt;br /&gt;Guide every hour ,&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from harm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guide every hour, &lt;br /&gt;Guide every hour ,&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902655038770873?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902655038770873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902655038770873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902655038770873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902655038770873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/revealed.html' title='Revealed'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902651914734758</id><published>2006-09-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:48:39.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadmium</title><content type='html'>I'm so gone in a cloudy way&lt;br /&gt;Never to find anyone&lt;br /&gt;All is around and inside to stay&lt;br /&gt;Giving me pain in everyday's run&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the rivers&lt;br /&gt;Flowing and flowing with amaze&lt;br /&gt;The breezing that shivers&lt;br /&gt;The falling leaves in their grace&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and enlighten me&lt;br /&gt;While the pain is still inside&lt;br /&gt;Free me from my absurdity&lt;br /&gt;The shattered sorrow has multiplied&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I have found within&lt;br /&gt;That everything's like burning flame&lt;br /&gt;Earth in twilight's eternal spin&lt;br /&gt;Tides returning never their same&lt;br /&gt;Give me a free will to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm to blame what I've said&lt;br /&gt;Is there a time that no one can find&lt;br /&gt;Coming in back doors moving ahead&lt;br /&gt;Life is so okay when it is easy&lt;br /&gt;Everything good showing to me&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing of motions modern and wheezy&lt;br /&gt;Setting my wings into air free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Graving your love - to give it all back&lt;br /&gt;Graving and missing - my heart is black&lt;br /&gt;Graving and caring - what we both lack&lt;br /&gt;Graving and tearing - mending the crack&lt;br /&gt;Graving your love - to give it all back&lt;br /&gt;Graving and missing - my heart is black&lt;br /&gt;Graving and caring - what we both lack&lt;br /&gt;Graving and tearing - mending the crack&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm so gone in a cloudy way&lt;br /&gt;Never to find anyone&lt;br /&gt;All is around and inside to stay&lt;br /&gt;Giving me pain in everyday's run&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the rivers&lt;br /&gt;Flowing and flowing with amaze&lt;br /&gt;The breezing that shivers&lt;br /&gt;The falling leaves in their grace&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and enlighten me&lt;br /&gt;While the pain is still inside&lt;br /&gt;Free me from my absurdity&lt;br /&gt;The shattered sorrow has multiplied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902651914734758?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902651914734758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902651914734758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902651914734758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902651914734758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/cadmium.html' title='Cadmium'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902648185979874</id><published>2006-09-23T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:48:01.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel My Heart</title><content type='html'>Feel my heart just forever giving,&lt;br /&gt;We both know what love is for;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is worth its living,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting beats from hearts ashore.&lt;br /&gt;What our taste is for this moment,&lt;br /&gt;Will be all that we for life need;&lt;br /&gt;Take away every constrainment,&lt;br /&gt;For a cup of love is never emptied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The touch tonight means forever,&lt;br /&gt;What was made not to be broken;&lt;br /&gt;Every taste has its true endeavour,&lt;br /&gt;Softly the words together are spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Bring together those feelings alive,&lt;br /&gt;That will know whom we really are;&lt;br /&gt;Come so close let this love arrive,&lt;br /&gt;Accumulations of dreams reservoir.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Taste my ways these sweet minutes,&lt;br /&gt;When we know we can't understand;&lt;br /&gt;Two people in love always aggregates,&lt;br /&gt;Each other in their deepest of heartland.&lt;br /&gt;World of everything has its own purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing each wanting to its new truth;&lt;br /&gt;Why else is all this earth's doubtfulness,&lt;br /&gt;With forces of nature agreeing to sooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902648185979874?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902648185979874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902648185979874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902648185979874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902648185979874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-my-heart.html' title='Feel My Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902645121172294</id><published>2006-09-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:47:31.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture poem</title><content type='html'>in light and sound&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mending together&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;of searching hearts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;toss to renewed mold&lt;br /&gt;sorrows in dark finding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902645121172294?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902645121172294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902645121172294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902645121172294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902645121172294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-poem.html' title='picture poem'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902640390868971</id><published>2006-09-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:46:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangeness of Time</title><content type='html'>Don't they ever understand it's win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;All is time alone in wining or any doubt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some holes in cold long avenues,&lt;br /&gt;Spaces and ways some short of blackout.&lt;br /&gt;Be in the middle and you'll not know,&lt;br /&gt;Who is here turning or coming down;&lt;br /&gt;Let just the moments worry for the show,&lt;br /&gt;If you have it all inside your town.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can't close my eyes to see other dreams,&lt;br /&gt;For strangeness of time is taking too long;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes down in easiness seems,&lt;br /&gt;You are yourself either in weakness or strong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lovers have so many demons inside their heart,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds may come close or drift afar;&lt;br /&gt;Where should they meet where should they start,&lt;br /&gt;All is so unknown like the city sales bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me close or take your love away,&lt;br /&gt;I am so in the middle a daydreaming night;&lt;br /&gt;Come here my lover let wake up and stay,&lt;br /&gt;Look at stars falling losing their light.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can't close my eyes to see other dreams,&lt;br /&gt;For strangeness of time is taking too long;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes down in easiness seems,&lt;br /&gt;You are yourself either in weakness or strong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lose ourselves inside this love,&lt;br /&gt;That pours down to earth;&lt;br /&gt;From there above,&lt;br /&gt;In sweetness of it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;I am to you close,&lt;br /&gt;As close as I really can;&lt;br /&gt;You are my rose,&lt;br /&gt;The thorn and my wingspan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can't close my eyes to see other dreams,&lt;br /&gt;For strangeness of time is taking too long;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes down in easiness seems,&lt;br /&gt;You are yourself either in weakness or strong.&lt;br /&gt;Can't close my eyes to see other dreams,&lt;br /&gt;For strangeness of time is taking too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902640390868971?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902640390868971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902640390868971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902640390868971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902640390868971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/strangeness-of-time.html' title='Strangeness of Time'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902627416189975</id><published>2006-09-23T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:44:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is How</title><content type='html'>Love is here to go around,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere where lost is found;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back in the singing,&lt;br /&gt;And the quartet's stringing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Love is how the world goes,&lt;br /&gt;Moves you on and gives you glows;&lt;br /&gt;Heart is what is ticking on,&lt;br /&gt;To the days till they are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is here and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Moving ocean from there to here;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love and bring it higher,&lt;br /&gt;Let my fire burn in desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is how the world goes,&lt;br /&gt;Moves you on and gives you glows;&lt;br /&gt;Heart is what is ticking on,&lt;br /&gt;To the days till they are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is here and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Moving ocean from there to here;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love and bring it higher,&lt;br /&gt;Let my fire burn in desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Find your feelings in each touch,&lt;br /&gt;When days are longing much;&lt;br /&gt;All your ways go sweet with me,&lt;br /&gt;Hope it goes like that eternally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Love is how the world goes,&lt;br /&gt;Moves you on and gives you glows;&lt;br /&gt;Heart is what is ticking on,&lt;br /&gt;To the days till they are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is here and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Moving ocean from there to here;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love and bring it higher,&lt;br /&gt;Let my fire burn in desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is how the world goes,&lt;br /&gt;Moves you on and gives you glows;&lt;br /&gt;Heart is what is ticking on,&lt;br /&gt;To the days till they are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is here and everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Moving ocean from there to here;&lt;br /&gt;Take my love and bring it higher,&lt;br /&gt;Let my fire burn in desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is how how the world goes,&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness in sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;It glows and it glows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is how how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902627416189975?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902627416189975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902627416189975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902627416189975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902627416189975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-is-how.html' title='Love is How'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902623903795921</id><published>2006-09-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:43:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me Down</title><content type='html'>Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,&lt;br /&gt;Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;&lt;br /&gt;Down to the road where all earth has to strife,&lt;br /&gt;Give every moments thought veins of joy and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is different and anything can change your goal,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,&lt;br /&gt;Different people come when others stories are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The airways will lead and recognize the truest sound,&lt;br /&gt;Pain may be within and never fully found or realized;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought that goes comes sometime again around,&lt;br /&gt;Each morning like the evening it will all again centralized.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No one is different and anything can change your goal,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,&lt;br /&gt;Different people come when others stories are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to see into blue,&lt;br /&gt;Before it changed and became new...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,&lt;br /&gt;Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;&lt;br /&gt;Down to the road where all earth has to strife,&lt;br /&gt;Give every moments thought veins of joy and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is different and no one can change your goal,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings in the middle may mold and try your size on;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ways and making each character role,&lt;br /&gt;Different people come when others patches are gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's just so may roads to all the ways that come,&lt;br /&gt;It's just so may roads to all the thoughts of some;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the only road where you have never been,&lt;br /&gt;For then the roads one day you will be returning from.&lt;br /&gt;Please take the only road that others have not seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much varieties,&lt;br /&gt;In street one sees,&lt;br /&gt;In street one sees - with the free ways of liberties.&lt;br /&gt;In the streets and trees,&lt;br /&gt;In the streets and trees,&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom songs and ad-infinitum liberties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902623903795921?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902623903795921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902623903795921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902623903795921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902623903795921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-me-down.html' title='Bring Me Down'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902616221076469</id><published>2006-09-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:42:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmur in the Breeze</title><content type='html'>Time will come&lt;br /&gt;One easy and blue morning,&lt;br /&gt;With it all and some&lt;br /&gt;That gives its yearning.&lt;br /&gt;Like the days are&lt;br /&gt;Blue and down deep,&lt;br /&gt;Into the afar&lt;br /&gt;And oblivion keep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each song you sing is for this all,&lt;br /&gt;And ears that listen will find its way;&lt;br /&gt;For love comes early to give and enthrall,&lt;br /&gt;Like morning and dawn meets the day.&lt;br /&gt;Fly with your thoughts away from here,&lt;br /&gt;For all is forgotten in a closing while;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely the dreams are coming to bear,&lt;br /&gt;All has its turning in sorrow and smile.&lt;br /&gt;What you will sing will be what you know,&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts move fast or retire slow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every turning&lt;br /&gt;When up wakes the hour,&lt;br /&gt;Life is the learning&lt;br /&gt;The seed and the flower.&lt;br /&gt;Give what is lost&lt;br /&gt;Choosing every trying,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams sometimes get tossed&lt;br /&gt;From inside while dying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Murmur in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;The trials of your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;See your goals for the trees&lt;br /&gt;That in twilight sometimes seems.&lt;br /&gt;The minutes are fading &lt;br /&gt;Here everywhere around,&lt;br /&gt;Light in dark cascading&lt;br /&gt;Shadows to surround.&lt;br /&gt;For all is forgotten in a closing while,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely the dreams are coming to bear;&lt;br /&gt;All has its turning in sorrow and smile,&lt;br /&gt;What you will sing will be what you know.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts move fast or retire slow,&lt;br /&gt;Slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902616221076469?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902616221076469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902616221076469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902616221076469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902616221076469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/murmur-in-breeze.html' title='Murmur in the Breeze'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902611454704529</id><published>2006-09-23T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:41:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Give</title><content type='html'>There you are in front of this&lt;br /&gt;All the times are coming on&lt;br /&gt;You are a night of sweet bliss&lt;br /&gt;Twilights setting before it's gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Flower in its earthy twist&lt;br /&gt;The stream going by my feet&lt;br /&gt;Everything in love I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is love indeed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Come and give&lt;br /&gt;Everything to live for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Confusions are inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Going steps to other directions&lt;br /&gt;Save me - come on do your part&lt;br /&gt;I'd want so much your affections&lt;br /&gt;Upon every clearance above&lt;br /&gt;There you are standing for me&lt;br /&gt;Giving me much of your love&lt;br /&gt;Setting every directions free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Come and give&lt;br /&gt;Everything to live for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Come and live&lt;br /&gt;Everything and nothing more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I love you&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I love you&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I love you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are confusions&lt;br /&gt;Clearance above&lt;br /&gt;You are - inclusions&lt;br /&gt;Everything about love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There you are in front of this&lt;br /&gt;All the times are coming on&lt;br /&gt;You are a night of sweet bliss&lt;br /&gt;Twilights setting before it's gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Flower in its earthy twist&lt;br /&gt;The stream going by my feet&lt;br /&gt;Everything in love I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is love indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902611454704529?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902611454704529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902611454704529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902611454704529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902611454704529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-and-give.html' title='Come and Give'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902601278476734</id><published>2006-09-23T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:40:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>What is there for me to know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always straight forward go;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me in like I were blind,&lt;br /&gt;Luck's always for some to find.&lt;br /&gt;Raise your spirit up and out,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing that is what it's about;&lt;br /&gt;Get away oh yeah get away,&lt;br /&gt;Meet your fate in another day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have all we need to have,&lt;br /&gt;Like each thought we out calve;&lt;br /&gt;Ways are turning getting old,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays you can not hold.&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid of all you have done,&lt;br /&gt;Together it will lay its infliction;&lt;br /&gt;Build on what you have got,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is without aforethought.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have all we need to have,&lt;br /&gt;Share it always halve to halve;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your spirit up and out,&lt;br /&gt;Never be imprisoned with a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Love is here to give and breed,&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing and some bittersweet;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your roots die inside,&lt;br /&gt;Love for awhile may backslide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902601278476734?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902601278476734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902601278476734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902601278476734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902601278476734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902598621630929</id><published>2006-09-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:39:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It All In</title><content type='html'>Bring the peace that with your love blends&lt;br /&gt;Over and over you will lose it or win&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing really over - till it all ends&lt;br /&gt;Showing its colours and where it's all been&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring in, bring in, bring it all in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Where the clouds are all above and drifting&lt;br /&gt;Through the night and the day in the blue&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is there too - forever downshifting&lt;br /&gt;All of your makings, it's really up to you&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try&lt;br /&gt;To the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Each and every apply&lt;br /&gt;Go on!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Load up those feelings that make you and break&lt;br /&gt;Taste is so contagious after a while&lt;br /&gt;You are what you are - what you'll ever make&lt;br /&gt;In any given form - in any give style&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring in, bring in, bring it all in - yeah!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Forget not the distances that make a clear sky&lt;br /&gt;Everything is within your own reach to turn&lt;br /&gt;It's always between losing and giving it a try&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the fire from inside that will burn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Where the clouds are all above and drifting&lt;br /&gt;Through the night and the day in the blue&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is there too - forever downshifting&lt;br /&gt;All of your makings i- t's really up to you&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try&lt;br /&gt;To the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Each and every apply&lt;br /&gt;Don't get lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902598621630929?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902598621630929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902598621630929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902598621630929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902598621630929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-it-all-in.html' title='Bring It All In'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902595314227765</id><published>2006-09-23T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:39:13.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Clouds</title><content type='html'>Sweet are the dreams nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Full of their minutes and buzzing sound&lt;br /&gt;You give a chill and bring your thoughts here&lt;br /&gt;All is the same with memories to share&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Air full of clouds going into this night&lt;br /&gt;Coming from nowhere going out of sight&lt;br /&gt;What flies in moment's zips or turns lose&lt;br /&gt;And only for the real - leaves on its bruise&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The breathing and my heart's throbbing&lt;br /&gt;In trouble to my own shadows abandoning&lt;br /&gt;The night that has come to cut me and turn&lt;br /&gt;Give me the pains of daydreams and yearn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902595314227765?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902595314227765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902595314227765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902595314227765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902595314227765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/full-of-clouds.html' title='Full of Clouds'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902591982138616</id><published>2006-09-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:38:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Advantages</title><content type='html'>I need your love and dreams too&lt;br /&gt;Before the sky clears again&lt;br /&gt;You are like dawn to renew&lt;br /&gt;With all its glow-ray artillerymen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dark advantages for a while&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun rises back in&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with the lonesome dark mile&lt;br /&gt;If you will relate and be akin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm standing dejected without you&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows are so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness of the deep and the hue&lt;br /&gt;Now caresses my heart only&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I need your love and dreams too&lt;br /&gt;Before the sky clears again&lt;br /&gt;You are like dawn to renew&lt;br /&gt;With all its glow ray artillerymen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dark advantages&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am totally lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Totally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902591982138616?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902591982138616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902591982138616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902591982138616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902591982138616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/dark-advantages.html' title='Dark Advantages'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902583708597721</id><published>2006-09-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:37:17.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossoms of Winter</title><content type='html'>Believe in my dreams I tell you&lt;br /&gt;For nothing is as close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a flickering light to the blue&lt;br /&gt;That dyes into deep and the swart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of winter they seems&lt;br /&gt;All the words that were spoken&lt;br /&gt;Ice cold and frosty in streams&lt;br /&gt;Old unfilled promises broken&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Believe I will try not to deceive&lt;br /&gt;Only our speedy wings will fly&lt;br /&gt;What you'll reach you'll conceive&lt;br /&gt;Only your limits are onto the sky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of winter they seems&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that start in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Follow the ways of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let all the highways there unfold&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of winter they seems&lt;br /&gt;All of our ways and our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Believe in my dreams I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Like a flickering light to the blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like a flickering light to the blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902583708597721?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902583708597721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902583708597721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902583708597721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902583708597721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/blossoms-of-winter.html' title='Blossoms of Winter'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902575860726713</id><published>2006-09-23T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:35:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours of Forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>All feelings are tired and sometimes through&lt;br /&gt;Giving no before their minutes are gone&lt;br /&gt;You have your reasons in what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;No battle is taken if none is won&lt;br /&gt;Find every way that sometimes lies hidden&lt;br /&gt;Before the day spread it all around&lt;br /&gt;What becomes like love I guess is forbidden&lt;br /&gt;Black on the walls circling - surround&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason for your maternal way&lt;br /&gt;Clock works inside that lock the tick tack&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in the dim that comes to the day&lt;br /&gt;All is for the inside and turning into black&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paint me with reasons I won't go away&lt;br /&gt;All I have found like nails into deep&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for together never will stay&lt;br /&gt;Always the twist on the surface will creep&lt;br /&gt;Older ones thought nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Strife like a flash of light were you are&lt;br /&gt;Worth every time to escape and live&lt;br /&gt;All life is dying like a falling star&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Learn while you can before it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Bring out those thoughts that might escape&lt;br /&gt;Hours of forgetfulness have all shone&lt;br /&gt;Into shallowness of unknown landscape&lt;br /&gt;What awaits you will not be none&lt;br /&gt;Until very later when you have learned&lt;br /&gt;You both have to win and take any abjection&lt;br /&gt;Before the bridges behind you are burned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902575860726713?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902575860726713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902575860726713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902575860726713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902575860726713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hours-of-forgetfulness.html' title='Hours of Forgetfulness'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902561811577061</id><published>2006-09-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:33:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Red Bleach</title><content type='html'>Where will you go what will you reach?&lt;br /&gt;When stars have fallen to rising dawn&lt;br /&gt;Colours of mornings - yellow red bleach&lt;br /&gt;Bring to oblivion dreams of dim bygone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All is in space - our feelings and each touch&lt;br /&gt;Wings of the rising in blue of the sky&lt;br /&gt;I love you and love - always so much&lt;br /&gt;Feel me reach me - never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now morning is in and the sky is clear&lt;br /&gt;Falling away are the stars that move on&lt;br /&gt;You are like light that again shall appear&lt;br /&gt;When darkish ways are from here gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where will you go what will you reach?&lt;br /&gt;When stars have fallen to rising dawn&lt;br /&gt;Colours of mornings - yellow red bleach&lt;br /&gt;Bring to oblivion dreams of dim bygone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love sweet love is forever - never to die&lt;br /&gt;Moods will be in like the clouds about&lt;br /&gt;Each of our feeling is there for its try&lt;br /&gt;Bringing its fulfilment - each their doubt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Give what you have hang in there for me&lt;br /&gt;Days are coming with fragrance so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a garden - with seedlings to be&lt;br /&gt;Rise to new effect with each day you meet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902561811577061?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902561811577061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902561811577061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902561811577061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902561811577061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/yellow-red-bleach.html' title='Yellow Red Bleach'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115902551114644073</id><published>2006-09-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:31:51.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>There the river is&lt;br /&gt;With the bridges across&lt;br /&gt;Everything into bliss&lt;br /&gt;Or get into its own toss&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Except words and tones&lt;br /&gt;Ways are so acquisitive&lt;br /&gt;With weighting backbones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring our hope to the front&lt;br /&gt;From the many ways&lt;br /&gt;It's so much contrastimulant&lt;br /&gt;Than the lonely byplays&lt;br /&gt;All is into our dreams&lt;br /&gt;For a heart to stand still&lt;br /&gt;Or the depths of its breams&lt;br /&gt;That our love might fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me ways that I know&lt;br /&gt;To carry on to you&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning on snow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;Never be here alone&lt;br /&gt;From where ever you've been&lt;br /&gt;each and every atone&lt;br /&gt;Will be too a discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring our hope to the front&lt;br /&gt;From the dark and the grays&lt;br /&gt;It's so much contrastimulant&lt;br /&gt;Than the lonely byplays&lt;br /&gt;All is into our dreams&lt;br /&gt;For a heart to stand still&lt;br /&gt;Or the depths of its breams&lt;br /&gt;That our love might fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give what you can share&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of it shall be in lost&lt;br /&gt;Move your thoughts to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Even though they get crisscrossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring our hope to the front&lt;br /&gt;From the many ways&lt;br /&gt;It's so much contrastimulant&lt;br /&gt;Than the lonely byplays&lt;br /&gt;All is into our dreams&lt;br /&gt;For a heart to stand still&lt;br /&gt;Or the depths of its breams&lt;br /&gt;That our love might fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Bring our hope to the front&lt;br /&gt;From the dark and the grays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115902551114644073?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115902551114644073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115902551114644073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902551114644073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115902551114644073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115898520886078328</id><published>2006-09-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:20:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time You Go</title><content type='html'>Every time you go&lt;br /&gt;Love is for the breeze and wind&lt;br /&gt;For the time to show&lt;br /&gt;How we could be disciplined&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is here for me&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to give&lt;br /&gt;Whispering feelings to be&lt;br /&gt;Why I experience to live&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you belong&lt;br /&gt;To the waves of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a summer song&lt;br /&gt;Inside and there free&lt;br /&gt;Turning tides and play&lt;br /&gt;Living for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Nothing forever will stay&lt;br /&gt;The new for each season&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come and let me in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I'll walk&lt;br /&gt;Love is never easy street&lt;br /&gt;Or indifference talk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heart is where your touch is&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to come&lt;br /&gt;Whispering dreams in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where it's from&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you belong&lt;br /&gt;To the waves of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a summer song&lt;br /&gt;Inside and being free&lt;br /&gt;Turning tides away&lt;br /&gt;living their acquisition&lt;br /&gt;for a return someday&lt;br /&gt;The life in circling ignition&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why I experience to live&lt;br /&gt;Why I experience to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115898520886078328?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115898520886078328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115898520886078328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898520886078328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898520886078328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/every-time-you-go.html' title='Every Time You Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115898505809507950</id><published>2006-09-22T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:17:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Minutes Passing</title><content type='html'>The dreams are always ahead&lt;br /&gt;Of every wish you desire&lt;br /&gt;In a summer morning bed&lt;br /&gt;The growth is going higher&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The people I have meet&lt;br /&gt;They are no strangers more&lt;br /&gt;For I have with them bleat&lt;br /&gt;Found out what they are for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time comes and meets the minutes passing&lt;br /&gt;And there is only one way through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are sometimes just for the glassing&lt;br /&gt;What comes to be within or be a back fall&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We know the truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Each wakes us up to look&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in their disguise&lt;br /&gt;Some are open or a closed book&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We need to trust ourselves most&lt;br /&gt;For we are just what we are&lt;br /&gt;Be a perfect partner and a host&lt;br /&gt;And the heart will get us afar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time comes and meets the minutes passing&lt;br /&gt;And there is only one way through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are sometimes just for the glassing&lt;br /&gt;What comes to be within or be a back fall&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Live and die with purposes still&lt;br /&gt;Though lonely the times might be&lt;br /&gt;See the sunshine over the hill&lt;br /&gt;And the garden surrounding a tree&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What you give be accounted for&lt;br /&gt;For everything turns back to you&lt;br /&gt;Grow your peace instead of war&lt;br /&gt;And you will get to be what you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115898505809507950?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115898505809507950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115898505809507950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898505809507950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898505809507950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-minutes-passing.html' title='To The Minutes Passing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115898492133467675</id><published>2006-09-22T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:15:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Tell The Truth</title><content type='html'>What I can do I can do again&lt;br /&gt;I have a thought in my afterbrain&lt;br /&gt;Roller coaster pain&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a roller coaster pain&lt;br /&gt;All about a roller coaster pain &lt;br /&gt;Running through each stretching vein&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Stand up and do you own thing&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the light that we can't hate&lt;br /&gt;Moving with fame trying to sing&lt;br /&gt;Give it your best voting can't wait&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pulses within your heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;What does this all 'perfection' mean&lt;br /&gt;Their meanings and streetwise aesthetes&lt;br /&gt;Where have they before all been&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cover your changes who shall win &lt;br /&gt;There is no room to be here different&lt;br /&gt;Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin&lt;br /&gt;Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes in and out easy&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for changing me&lt;br /&gt;All to directions briefly and breezy&lt;br /&gt;What will it be you just wait and see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cover your changes who shall win&lt;br /&gt;There is no room to be here different&lt;br /&gt;Roll on your weel - hold that linchpin&lt;br /&gt;Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant&lt;br /&gt;Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can't win I'm on my own turf&lt;br /&gt;You can't win I'm on my own turf&lt;br /&gt;You can't win I'm on my own turf&lt;br /&gt;You can't win I'm on my own turf&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cover your changes who shall win &lt;br /&gt;There is no room to be here different&lt;br /&gt;Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin&lt;br /&gt;Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes in and out easy&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for changing me&lt;br /&gt;All to directions briefly and breezy&lt;br /&gt;What will it be you just wait and see&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Turn around your own fading luck&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself as fast as you can out of here&lt;br /&gt;Don't be the one who's forever stuck&lt;br /&gt;Lost and never again found - going nowhere&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Time to tell the truth - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Time to tell the truth - yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time to tell the truth - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Time to tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115898492133467675?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115898492133467675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115898492133467675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898492133467675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898492133467675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-tell-truth.html' title='Time to Tell The Truth'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34886055.post-115898480517224011</id><published>2006-09-22T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:13:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Get Some Fire Inside</title><content type='html'>Come get some fire inside&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the gleams that hide&lt;br /&gt;Play it now cool&lt;br /&gt;Rule - now - rule!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have you inside right now&lt;br /&gt;With every reach I can hold&lt;br /&gt;Passions that manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;Before the story's all told&lt;br /&gt;Run for your dream they are there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing be left out no more&lt;br /&gt;Show me no contenting small fare&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself assure&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bring on the time that comes to your shine&lt;br /&gt;Bring it all in and you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have you inside right now&lt;br /&gt;With every reach I can hold&lt;br /&gt;Passions that manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;Before the story's all told&lt;br /&gt;Run for your dream they are there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing be left out no more&lt;br /&gt;Show me no contenting small fare&lt;br /&gt;Just me yourself assure&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Move lousy talking inside and out&lt;br /&gt;Bring for the money it's moneys worth&lt;br /&gt;What is it with darkness and doubt&lt;br /&gt;That give ill tongues their worthless birth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reign and always stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning to your coming day&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the garbage and cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;Just do what you do - continue and play&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have you inside right now&lt;br /&gt;With every reach I can hold&lt;br /&gt;Passions that manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;Before the story's all told&lt;br /&gt;Run for your dream they are there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing be left out no more&lt;br /&gt;Show me no contenting small fare&lt;br /&gt;I am counting on you - yeah, that's for sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34886055-115898480517224011?l=rockstar-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115898480517224011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34886055&amp;postID=115898480517224011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898480517224011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34886055/posts/default/115898480517224011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstar-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-get-some-fire-inside.html' title='Come Get Some Fire Inside'/><author><name>Peter S. 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