<?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-8926972</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:25:37.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of Graves</title><subtitle type='html'>When the day is at rest and the night comes upon her
In the silence she waits, in the silence she sighs
She was born on the wind and she follows it homewards
where she cradles the lives of all those who have died
At the last quiet hour she moves down through the vale
and she waits there for the morrow 
in her garden of graves</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-3885279745721157902</id><published>2007-02-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:59:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duet of the Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; …Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And softly through the silence beat the bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We travel not for trafficking alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By hotter winds our piery hearts are fanned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For lust of knowing what should not be known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We take the Golden Road to Samarkand…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced on the eve of battle&lt;br /&gt;I sang for the men I’ve lost and loved&lt;br /&gt;I was a princess, I was a queen&lt;br /&gt;To my tribe I was free and beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrapped in veils and robes&lt;br /&gt;Bright rings on my fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother, I am a wife&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman with no enemies, no foes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the women of the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are free and we are caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isolated islands, no foe, no friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for others to turn our page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The concert of storms whips around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magic of stars forsake our kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our lives, our loves, never to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because fate is blind, oh she is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defied him, I felt no fear&lt;br /&gt;I endured them, I felt no pain&lt;br /&gt;My pride trampled, my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;But I will fight again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look upon my sister&lt;br /&gt;I am torn apart, conflicted&lt;br /&gt;She is so strong, she is so brave&lt;br /&gt;Am I to be forever a ‘woman’ depicted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the women of the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are free and we are caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isolated islands, no foe, no friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for others to turn our page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The concert of storms whips around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magic of stars forsake our kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our lives, our loves, never to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because fate is blind, oh she is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And softly through the silence beat the bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Along the Golden Road to Samarkand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We travel not for trafficking alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By hotter winds our piery hearts are fanned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For lust of knowing what should not be known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We take the Golden Road to Samarkand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are the women of the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are free and we are caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isolated islands, no foe, no friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for others to turn our page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The concert of storms whips around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The magic of stars forsake our kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our lives, our loves, never to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because fate is blind, oh she is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are the women of the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isolated islands, no foe, no friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doomed to lifetime behind walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We smile until the world falls…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-3885279745721157902?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/3885279745721157902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=3885279745721157902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/3885279745721157902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/3885279745721157902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2007/02/duet-of-women.html' title='Duet of the Women'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-8583651420672378739</id><published>2007-02-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:57:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna My Love</title><content type='html'>a perfect lonely pearl is sailing&lt;br /&gt;the waves of the stellar sea&lt;br /&gt;glowing within her melancholy&lt;br /&gt;she is weeping silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthly seas reach out to hold her&lt;br /&gt;each night they yearn to be&lt;br /&gt;embracing the sorrowful floater&lt;br /&gt;that drifts by endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to me, come to me&lt;br /&gt;tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share with me, share with me&lt;br /&gt;give me your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing for me, sing for me&lt;br /&gt;those silent melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that echo through eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty lonesome rivers flowing&lt;br /&gt;with tears she cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;her parched lunar floor is sighing&lt;br /&gt;her face is cold and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazing forever she is burning&lt;br /&gt;with the inferno she yearns&lt;br /&gt;luna my love, my faraway darling&lt;br /&gt;what she dreams of it never happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna my love&lt;br /&gt;my faraway darling&lt;br /&gt;luna my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silent eye that watches through eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-8583651420672378739?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/8583651420672378739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=8583651420672378739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;floating, falling&lt;br /&gt;silent sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the raincloud&lt;br /&gt;and i am the mother&lt;br /&gt;of thousands of children&lt;br /&gt;i send from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry land&lt;br /&gt;gaping seas&lt;br /&gt;reaching out&lt;br /&gt;devouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever onward&lt;br /&gt;hurtling downward&lt;br /&gt;crying, calling&lt;br /&gt;silent sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the raincloud&lt;br /&gt;and i am the mother&lt;br /&gt;of thousands of children&lt;br /&gt;i send from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i birth my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;and i birth all my pain&lt;br /&gt;i'm always believing&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i send my children&lt;br /&gt;to their deaths&lt;br /&gt;i give the world&lt;br /&gt;the gift of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the raincloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-7968367571605028707?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/7968367571605028707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=7968367571605028707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/7968367571605028707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/7968367571605028707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2007/02/raincloud.html' title='Raincloud'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-115280821673043112</id><published>2006-07-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:30:16.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonny Portmore</title><content type='html'>O Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand&lt;br /&gt;And the more I think of you the more I think long&lt;br /&gt;If I had you now as I had before&lt;br /&gt;All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see&lt;br /&gt;Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree&lt;br /&gt;For it stood on your shore for many's a long day&lt;br /&gt;Till the long boats of Antrim came to float it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "Where will we shelter and where will we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;For the oak and the ash, they are all cutten down&lt;br /&gt;And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand&lt;br /&gt;And the more I think of you the more I think long&lt;br /&gt;If I had you now as I had you before&lt;br /&gt;All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Traditional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-115280821673043112?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/115280821673043112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=115280821673043112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/115280821673043112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/115280821673043112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2006/07/bonny-portmore.html' title='Bonny Portmore'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-113042398175880553</id><published>2005-10-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:39:41.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Us</title><content type='html'>I am air, and you are fire&lt;br /&gt;I am vital to your existence&lt;br /&gt;Only I can give you life&lt;br /&gt;Without me you cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the rain, and I am the earth&lt;br /&gt;Without you I cease to live&lt;br /&gt;I look into the sky waiting&lt;br /&gt;To feel your caresses upon me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Moon, and you are the stars&lt;br /&gt;We could very well do&lt;br /&gt;Without each other&lt;br /&gt;But together we make the night sky whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two people&lt;br /&gt;In two different places&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts and souls are one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me you cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;Without you I cannot be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-113042398175880553?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/113042398175880553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=113042398175880553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/113042398175880553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/113042398175880553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/10/without-us.html' title='Without Us'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-112472912274040743</id><published>2005-08-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:45:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Faceless Love</title><content type='html'>You lack eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you can see my heart&lt;br /&gt;And even though there is a void in your face&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack ears&lt;br /&gt;But you can hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And even though there are spaces on your head&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack a nose&lt;br /&gt;But you can sniff my emotions&lt;br /&gt;And even though there is a gaping hole in you face&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack lips&lt;br /&gt;But you still speak to my soul&lt;br /&gt;And even though there is but a gash upon your chin&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack skin&lt;br /&gt;But you can feel my love&lt;br /&gt;And even though you are but flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack a face&lt;br /&gt;Limbs, fingers, toes&lt;br /&gt;Torso, apendages&lt;br /&gt;But your spirit remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love transcends the physical&lt;br /&gt;The material is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;My faceless love&lt;br /&gt;I think you are perfect, perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-112472912274040743?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/112472912274040743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=112472912274040743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/112472912274040743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/112472912274040743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-faceless-love.html' title='My Faceless Love'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-112204027699988011</id><published>2005-07-22T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:51:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wraith</title><content type='html'>Have you seen me floating by?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting beneath the twilight sky?&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me shed my tears?&lt;br /&gt;Unveiling all your deepest fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wraith of your longing&lt;br /&gt;The dark nymph that's belonging&lt;br /&gt;To the recesses of your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And pierces sharp just like a dart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard my singing voice?&lt;br /&gt;Inaudible like the slightest noise?&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard me call your name?&lt;br /&gt;Defiling you in all your shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wraith of your darkest hate&lt;br /&gt;Your life I've knotted intrinsicate&lt;br /&gt;Pulling and tugging you grow tight&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of your impending plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt my loving kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Soft and gentle, so easy to miss?&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt my sharpened nails?&lt;br /&gt;Deep dark gashes, crimson vales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wraith of your own life&lt;br /&gt;I am your own suicidal knife&lt;br /&gt;You want me to take you quickly&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already drowned in your own self-pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-112204027699988011?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/112204027699988011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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she makes her way from wall to wall&lt;br /&gt;She hides from the tongues of others&lt;br /&gt;But still she hears him call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can see from his lupine eyes&lt;br /&gt;They are not the same&lt;br /&gt;Yet amongst the others in this hall&lt;br /&gt;Only they both know the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gaze burns into her skin&lt;br /&gt;Even as she holds up her black lace fan&lt;br /&gt;Memories from centuries long ago&lt;br /&gt;Are never forgotten in the time of Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her undead heart weeps at his feet&lt;br /&gt;His bestial soul is in her stand&lt;br /&gt;Creatures of the night and moon&lt;br /&gt;Enigmas like her black lace fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is creeping like a fiend&lt;br /&gt;As they both stand in the empty site&lt;br /&gt;He stands before the broken window&lt;br /&gt;Shielding her from the cruel light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She points her pistol at his heart&lt;br /&gt;Her silver eyes are hard as rocks&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid he snarls and reaches out&lt;br /&gt;To touch and finger her raven locks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kisses her lips of blood&lt;br /&gt;And she squeezes the pistol's trigger&lt;br /&gt;A final gasp and he sags in her arms&lt;br /&gt;Lodged in his heart a bullet of silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single tear falls from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;As she embraces her wolf-man&lt;br /&gt;He falls and the sun consumes them&lt;br /&gt;Till nothing left, but her black lace fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-112005798990712713?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/112005798990712713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=112005798990712713' title='0 Comments'/><link 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her hair.&lt;br /&gt;And, like a love-sick lenanshee,&lt;br /&gt;She hath my heart in thrall;&lt;br /&gt;Nor life I owe, nor liberty,&lt;br /&gt;For Love is lord of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And often when the beetles horn&lt;br /&gt;Hath lulled the eve to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I steal unto her shieling lorn&lt;br /&gt;And thro' the dooring peep.&lt;br /&gt;There on the cricket's singing stone&lt;br /&gt;She spares the bog wood fire.&lt;br /&gt;And hums in sad sweet undertone&lt;br /&gt;The song of heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- MacCathmhaoil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-112005582364823333?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/112005582364823333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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impressive life&lt;br /&gt;From nothing to everything&lt;br /&gt;Had your share of pleasure and strife&lt;br /&gt;Alternating between extremes&lt;br /&gt;But never falling in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Josephine do have faith&lt;br /&gt;You were loved to the grave&lt;br /&gt;And beyond more so still&lt;br /&gt;Violets, above you and in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Your souls will never be apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111997211907245390?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111997211907245390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111997211907245390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sad heart sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black hair mingling with your locks of gold&lt;br /&gt;Your blue, blue eyes so warm, never cold&lt;br /&gt;You take me in your arms and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let my heart take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up and you're lost behind&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in the recesses of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I cannot bring you back to me&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful dream, elusive as dreams are wont to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111719237803844033?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111719237803844033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111719237803844033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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rose&lt;br /&gt;Of my people&lt;br /&gt;All that died&lt;br /&gt;The strangers came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sands were washed&lt;br /&gt;With the blood of men&lt;br /&gt;The sky turned red&lt;br /&gt;With tears for our deaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rose from beyond the dunes&lt;br /&gt;They took all our land&lt;br /&gt;Took away our jewels&lt;br /&gt;Took away our men&lt;br /&gt;Took away our lives&lt;br /&gt;Took away our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had thousands&lt;br /&gt;They had few&lt;br /&gt;But our horses were no match&lt;br /&gt;For their drills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were beaten, we were chained&lt;br /&gt;We were driven from our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did You witness the destruction&lt;br /&gt;Did You cry, did You weep&lt;br /&gt;Where were You? Where are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our kingdom fell to ashes&lt;br /&gt;Did You help, did You try&lt;br /&gt;Where were You? Where are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born of the desert&lt;br /&gt;A flower of the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a flower no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111581676110871951?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111581676110871951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111581676110871951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111581676110871951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111581676110871951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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innerspace&lt;br /&gt;And seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of life&lt;br /&gt;Or death?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111538217427313286?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111538217427313286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111538217427313286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111538217427313286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111538217427313286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/05/victimia.html' title='Victimia'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-111502256608717441</id><published>2005-05-02T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:29:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Paradiso</title><content type='html'>Se tu fossi nei miei occhi per un giorno&lt;br /&gt;Vedresti la bellezza che piena d’allegria&lt;br /&gt;Io trovo dentro gli occhi tuoi&lt;br /&gt;E nearo se magia o lealta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fossi nel mio cuore per un giorno&lt;br /&gt;Potreste avere un’idea&lt;br /&gt;Di cio che sento io&lt;br /&gt;Quando m’abbracci forte a te&lt;br /&gt;E petto a petto, noi&lt;br /&gt;Respiriamo insieme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protagonista del tuo amor&lt;br /&gt;Non so se sia magia&lt;br /&gt;O lealta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fossi nella mia anima un giorno&lt;br /&gt;Sapresti cosa sono in me&lt;br /&gt;Che m’innamorai&lt;br /&gt;Da quell’istante insieme a te&lt;br /&gt;E cio che provo e&lt;br /&gt;Solamente amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Allesio De Sensi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111502256608717441?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111502256608717441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111502256608717441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111502256608717441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111502256608717441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/05/cinema-paradiso.html' title='Cinema Paradiso'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-111298038228452446</id><published>2005-04-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:13:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reign of Flames</title><content type='html'>I am the power&lt;br /&gt;From the embers within&lt;br /&gt;I am the force&lt;br /&gt;Of the motions of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the rebirth&lt;br /&gt;Of the light and shadow&lt;br /&gt;I am the source&lt;br /&gt;That life is drawn from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the prayer&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse body and soul&lt;br /&gt;I am the heat&lt;br /&gt;To warm your frozen hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Metal.&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;You shall bow to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowned with danger&lt;br /&gt;Blessed destruction&lt;br /&gt;But I am unscathed&lt;br /&gt;For I was borne to rule&lt;br /&gt;The reign of flames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111298038228452446?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111298038228452446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111298038228452446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111298038228452446'/><link 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and foolish,&lt;br /&gt;With her would not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a field by the river&lt;br /&gt;My love and I did stand,&lt;br /&gt;And on my leaning shoulder&lt;br /&gt;She laid her snow-white hand.&lt;br /&gt;She bid me take life easy,&lt;br /&gt;As the grass grows on the weirs;&lt;br /&gt;But I was young and foolish,&lt;br /&gt;And now am full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Butler Yeats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111263175735545219?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111263175735545219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111263175735545219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for you I'll gladly die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly pure they called me&lt;br /&gt;Utterly pure I am&lt;br /&gt;Mistress of the Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;An undiscovered gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to kill my brother&lt;br /&gt;Severed my only cord&lt;br /&gt;For a ball of thread&lt;br /&gt;For a magic sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot love thee&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;But for you I'll gladly die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen down to seven&lt;br /&gt;Seven down to one&lt;br /&gt;Utterly pure was my young heart&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the horned crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was a rebirth&lt;br /&gt;My sleep, as a bride&lt;br /&gt;My waking was my very death&lt;br /&gt;For he had left my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot love thee&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;But for you I'll gladly die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gently you held me&lt;br /&gt;So pure was thy love&lt;br /&gt;You clothed me in thy bassaris&lt;br /&gt;Took me to thy trove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you made the sacred wine&lt;br /&gt;Crowned by leaves of gold&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to laugh again&lt;br /&gt;Thy hand for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot love thee&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;But for you I'll gladly die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not the only lover&lt;br /&gt;But I was the only love&lt;br /&gt;You could be lusty as a satyr&lt;br /&gt;Yet gentle as a dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is burdened&lt;br /&gt;A brother's death, a lover's jilt&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal to my country&lt;br /&gt;How could I live with this guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guilt&lt;br /&gt;This heart&lt;br /&gt;Utterly pure&lt;br /&gt;Tainted and stained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guilt&lt;br /&gt;This life&lt;br /&gt;Undeserving&lt;br /&gt;Of the love you bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot love thee&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;But for you I'll gladly die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I have to leave thee&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Seven tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars now high up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven stars now high up in the sky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111228814398885899?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111228814398885899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Lonely teardrops falling&lt;br /&gt;No one hears me sing&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen the land&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I seen the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let down your hair&lt;br /&gt;Come down from there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long to hear these words&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever did say them&lt;br /&gt;No one ever did say them&lt;br /&gt;No one ever did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111199973409322973?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111199973409322973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111199973409322973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turn to weeks and I've been insane&lt;br /&gt;A single thought inside my brain&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of my life&lt;br /&gt;Sharpening my internal knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here&lt;br /&gt;Poised&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To kill what's there&lt;br /&gt;Inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Emotional homicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deed is done and I'm soothed inside&lt;br /&gt;I never die without a fight!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy and driven, mad as a mite&lt;br /&gt;Now that I live, I'm satisfied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111199958656382396?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111199958656382396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;After I kicked you out&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to focus my energies&lt;br /&gt;No one to think of&lt;br /&gt;No one to fondly smile at&lt;br /&gt;No one to fantasize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;I've seen through your skin&lt;br /&gt;And read through your skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm supremely bored&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this dry spell&lt;br /&gt;You stupid idiot&lt;br /&gt;You brought this on me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111037754991224574?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111037754991224574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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noch brcht ich zu Papier&lt;br /&gt;Knnt ich in Worten alles Leiden&lt;br /&gt;Meiner Liebe dir beschreiben&lt;br /&gt;Nicht die Botschaft zu beklagen&lt;br /&gt;Sollen diese Zeilen tragen&lt;br /&gt;Nur - Ich liebe Dich - doch sagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heute Nacht erhlst du dies&lt;br /&gt;Ich bete da du dieses liest&lt;br /&gt;Im Morgengrauen erwart ich Dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich warte auf dein strahlend Licht&lt;br /&gt;Ich trume da du mich bald siehst&lt;br /&gt;Du morgen in den Schatten kniest&lt;br /&gt;Und mich zu dir ins Lichte ziehst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dies ist der Morgen danach&lt;br /&gt;Und meine Seele liegt brach&lt;br /&gt;Dies ist der Morgen danach&lt;br /&gt;Ein neuer Tag beginnt&lt;br /&gt;Und meine Zeit verrint&lt;br /&gt;Dies ist der Morgen danach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tilochka Wolffik, "Der Morgen Danach"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111019544993729018?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111019544993729018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=111019544993729018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111019544993729018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/111019544993729018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/03/der-morgen-danach.html' title='Der Morgen Danach'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-111010973118644465</id><published>2005-03-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:48:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrimosa - Day of Tears</title><content type='html'>Lacrimosa dies illa,&lt;br /&gt;Qua resurget ex favilla&lt;br /&gt;Judicandus homo resus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huic ergo parce, Deus&lt;br /&gt;Pie Jesu Domine,&lt;br /&gt;Dona eis requiem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimosa, lacrimosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traditional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-111010973118644465?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/111010973118644465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>through the tears and the shit&lt;br /&gt;i see now that while&lt;br /&gt;i was the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110977028073920931?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110977028073920931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110977028073920931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110977028073920931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110977028073920931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/03/wussy-pussy.html' title='Wussy Pussy'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110819248438762929</id><published>2005-02-12T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:14:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreadable</title><content type='html'>are you just being nice?&lt;br /&gt;or being special?&lt;br /&gt;because i cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;then you turn away&lt;br /&gt;and look somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy inside&lt;br /&gt;we are friends&lt;br /&gt;and if it happens, it happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110819248438762929?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110819248438762929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110819248438762929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110819248438762929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110819248438762929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/02/unreadable.html' title='Unreadable'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110769254057532266</id><published>2005-02-06T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:22:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Best for Last</title><content type='html'>sometimes the very thing you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;is the one thing you can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;isn't this world a crazy place?&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought our chance had passed&lt;br /&gt;you go and save the best for last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- vanessa williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110769254057532266?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110759118362597788</id><published>2005-02-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T16:13:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>why did this have to happen&lt;br /&gt;why did this have to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drive myself to depths of insanity&lt;br /&gt;wanting you the way that i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all...&lt;br /&gt;after all...&lt;br /&gt;you never looked my way before&lt;br /&gt;you never saw me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll always see you&lt;br /&gt;even with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;i can see you&lt;br /&gt;even with my heart in tears&lt;br /&gt;i can see you&lt;br /&gt;even when the rain stings and numbs my senses&lt;br /&gt;through the water and the shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110759118362597788?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110759118362597788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110759118362597788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110759118362597788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110759118362597788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/02/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110751837041008660</id><published>2005-02-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T19:59:30.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unendurable</title><content type='html'>i hate this&lt;br /&gt;i truly hate this&lt;br /&gt;it hurts and twists inside&lt;br /&gt;because i don't know what goes on&lt;br /&gt;in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't do this to me&lt;br /&gt;don't come up to me then shut up&lt;br /&gt;don't give me a rose then snatch it back&lt;br /&gt;because leading me on is like&lt;br /&gt;leading a calf to slaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;you aren't leading me on&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't even exist&lt;br /&gt;that i'm reading too much in your actions&lt;br /&gt;that we can only be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes this is it&lt;br /&gt;that's all you have for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad this only lasted for a week or so&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll always be fond of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make my heart sing, for joy, for grief, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110751837041008660?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110751837041008660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110751837041008660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110751837041008660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110751837041008660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/02/unendurable.html' title='Unendurable'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110735825831258649</id><published>2005-02-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:30:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Dare You</title><content type='html'>How dare you&lt;br /&gt;How dare you make her upset?&lt;br /&gt;Screw up her life?&lt;br /&gt;Make her feel guilty for something she didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you&lt;br /&gt;How dare you ever return to her life?&lt;br /&gt;Destroy her faith?&lt;br /&gt;Turn the world she'd rebuilded upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you&lt;br /&gt;How dare you--&lt;br /&gt;With fake pretensions and false emotions&lt;br /&gt;Make her cry, weep and despair all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110735825831258649?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110735825831258649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110735825831258649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110735825831258649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110735825831258649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-dare-you.html' title='How Dare You'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110735629208710019</id><published>2005-02-02T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:58:12.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If</title><content type='html'>Even if you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;At least you don't hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if "we" don't exist&lt;br /&gt;At least there's "you" and "me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you've lost all your limbs&lt;br /&gt;At least you've still got your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're all alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;At least you know that I will always be fond of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110735629208710019?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110735629208710019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110735629208710019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110735629208710019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110735629208710019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/02/even-if.html' title='Even If'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110718347411084222</id><published>2005-01-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:05:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Yet Not Perfect</title><content type='html'>Physically he has blemishes&lt;br /&gt;Scars on his face&lt;br /&gt;A dislocated knee&lt;br /&gt;But the harmony of his features&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might grin&lt;br /&gt;And make funny faces&lt;br /&gt;When I say something strange&lt;br /&gt;But the attention he gives me&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet not perfect&lt;br /&gt;That's what describes him best&lt;br /&gt;He gives me heart palpitations&lt;br /&gt;And a giddy-headed feeling&lt;br /&gt;Because he makes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be around him&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at him&lt;br /&gt;He laughs right back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just makes my heart sing out for joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110718347411084222?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110718347411084222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110718347411084222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110718347411084222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110718347411084222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/01/beautiful-yet-not-perfect.html' title='Beautiful Yet Not Perfect'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110553390292168366</id><published>2005-01-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:45:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Touched My Hand</title><content type='html'>he touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;on the pretext of shaking it&lt;br /&gt;and ran a finger down my palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;on the pretext of shaking it&lt;br /&gt;and with his other hand rubbed my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;on the pretext of shaking it--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kicked his nuts&lt;br /&gt;on the pretext of friendly charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110553390292168366?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110553390292168366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110553390292168366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110553390292168366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110553390292168366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2005/01/he-touched-my-hand.html' title='He Touched My Hand'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110346754113680812</id><published>2004-12-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:56:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Brought Me Up</title><content type='html'>You promised me gloves&lt;br /&gt;From the skins of the fishes&lt;br /&gt;The smile of a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;For a ring in my hands&lt;br /&gt;But you left me nothing&lt;br /&gt;But a mouthful of air&lt;br /&gt;And promises as wide as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- de Paor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110346754113680812?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110346754113680812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110346754113680812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110346754113680812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110346754113680812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-brought-me-up.html' title='You Brought Me Up'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110346527518501977</id><published>2004-12-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:07:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem</title><content type='html'>O great Mother of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Please bless this daughter of thine&lt;br /&gt;Show her the light&lt;br /&gt;Show her the sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O great Mother of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;She must not be of blame&lt;br /&gt;For while she has taken two daughters&lt;br /&gt;She is our sister all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O great Mother of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Please bless this daughter of thine&lt;br /&gt;Bless the life ahead of her&lt;br /&gt;Forgive her sins behind&lt;br /&gt;Bless your unborn daughters&lt;br /&gt;May happiness they will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110346527518501977?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110346527518501977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110346527518501977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110346527518501977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110346527518501977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/12/requiem.html' title='Requiem'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110078485807888803</id><published>2004-11-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:53:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;you can't see me&lt;br /&gt;look right through me&lt;br /&gt;i am the invisible woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;transparency is my talent&lt;br /&gt;i am the invisible woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110078485807888803?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110078485807888803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110078485807888803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110078485807888803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110078485807888803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/11/invisible-woman.html' title='Invisible Woman'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-110032232888672728</id><published>2004-11-13T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T13:05:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinning and Screaming</title><content type='html'>Grinning and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and grinning&lt;br /&gt;Teeth and noise&lt;br /&gt;Lips and tonsils&lt;br /&gt;Everything on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-110032232888672728?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/110032232888672728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=110032232888672728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110032232888672728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/110032232888672728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/11/grinning-and-screaming.html' title='Grinning and Screaming'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109990997115673593</id><published>2004-11-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:32:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neighbour's Cats</title><content type='html'>Striped and spotted like a hyena&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and graceful like a panther&lt;br /&gt;Compacted like a mini A-bomb&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing it's head on my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft-white with a little spot of gray&lt;br /&gt;Bluish-green eyes that capture&lt;br /&gt;The soul and turns it to putty&lt;br /&gt;Staring and never moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another one, young and sleek&lt;br /&gt;Barely past kittenhood&lt;br /&gt;Sits perched on the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;Watching, watching and learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109990997115673593?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109990997115673593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109990997115673593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109990997115673593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109990997115673593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/11/neighbours-cats.html' title='The Neighbour&apos;s Cats'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109963218932851131</id><published>2004-11-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:28:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>Heathcliff&lt;br /&gt;It's me I'm Cathy&lt;br /&gt;I'm come home&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold&lt;br /&gt;Let me in-a-your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kate Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109963218932851131?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109948387483705556</id><published>2004-11-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:11:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Rose of Summer</title><content type='html'>So soon may I follow&lt;br /&gt;When friendships decay.&lt;br /&gt;And from love's shining circle&lt;br /&gt;The gems drop away.&lt;br /&gt;When true hearts lie withered&lt;br /&gt;And fond ones are flow'n,&lt;br /&gt;O! who would inhabit&lt;br /&gt;In this bleak world, alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109948387483705556?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109937369980076736</id><published>2004-11-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:34:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Cat</title><content type='html'>I met a little cat&lt;br /&gt;When a'walking to school today.&lt;br /&gt;She pricked her little kitty ears&lt;br /&gt;And stole my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed herself against my leg&lt;br /&gt;And wound herself about.&lt;br /&gt;I scratched her behind her kitty ear&lt;br /&gt;And almost saw her pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bell rang and I got to go&lt;br /&gt;I told her I could not bear.&lt;br /&gt;But after school I looked for her&lt;br /&gt;She simply wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109937369980076736?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109937369980076736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109937369980076736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109937369980076736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109937369980076736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/11/white-cat.html' title='The White Cat'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109924146968758294</id><published>2004-11-01T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:51:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Because of You</title><content type='html'>My hidden past, my hidden path&lt;br /&gt;An obvious mistake, but you release the pain&lt;br /&gt;Because of ye, I am now free&lt;br /&gt;But life is not as easy as ye think&lt;br /&gt;As singing this one song&lt;br /&gt;But ye held me, you taught me&lt;br /&gt;To live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109924146968758294?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109924146968758294/comments/default' title='Post 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Dead</title><content type='html'>'Tis gone, 'tis gone&lt;br /&gt;Privy lamentations&lt;br /&gt;Of unrequited love&lt;br /&gt;And induced regurgitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis gone, 'tis gone&lt;br /&gt;Childlike declarations&lt;br /&gt;Of faith and sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;And reduced imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis gone, 'tis gone&lt;br /&gt;Over yonder cyber hill&lt;br /&gt;A blog has croaked&lt;br /&gt;That part of me is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109915563259183974?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109915563259183974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109915563259183974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;But still the roses are asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109915843883616293?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109915843883616293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109915843883616293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109915843883616293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109915843883616293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/10/peace-hotel.html' title='Peace Hotel'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109906685060726984</id><published>2004-10-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:20:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Boy</title><content type='html'>And when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying&lt;br /&gt;If I am dead as dead I well may be&lt;br /&gt;You'll come and find the place where I am lying&lt;br /&gt;And kneel and say an Ave there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall hear the softly tread above me&lt;br /&gt;And on my grave will warmer sweeter be&lt;br /&gt;And you will hear and tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I will sleep in peace until you come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109906602998481590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109906602998481590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109906602998481590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/2004/10/beetle.html' title='Beetle'/><author><name>Zoot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://home.graffiti.net/honeyjo:graffiti.net/zoot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926972.post-109905682586190171</id><published>2004-10-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:33:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuckoo</title><content type='html'>The bird chirps to herself&lt;br /&gt;Sings to the tree&lt;br /&gt;And the butterfly says,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what a cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;What a cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a cuckoo she is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926972-109905682586190171?l=garden-of-graves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garden-of-graves.blogspot.com/feeds/109905682586190171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926972&amp;postID=109905682586190171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109905682586190171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926972/posts/default/109905682586190171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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