<?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-776210844711234381</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:51:56.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opposite of two-lonely me and lonely you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-8851386136964945145</id><published>2010-12-07T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:38:28.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxical Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/TP4OFftViHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Iol6XhDfJmI/s1600/post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/TP4OFftViHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Iol6XhDfJmI/s400/post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547887278540818546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This time leaving you was different, something has happened which my current state of my mind is unable to comprehend. There is a void which has been created however its existence comes to life in very rare painful occasions. The increase in level of detachment and the diffusion of memories and forgetting is making my mind a paradoxical heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-8851386136964945145?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8851386136964945145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=8851386136964945145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8851386136964945145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8851386136964945145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2010/12/paradoxical-heaven.html' title='Paradoxical Heaven'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/TP4OFftViHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Iol6XhDfJmI/s72-c/post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5580876730489908082</id><published>2009-12-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:29:58.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Immediate Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sx-X06uIiwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3lw843gDmS0/s1600-h/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413212212494371586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sx-X06uIiwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3lw843gDmS0/s400/god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; The most anticipated moments of human civilization is here&lt;br /&gt;The empanelment of our Dear God with the one and only savior of our Lucifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earth 2009: World most powerful enterprise “God” is thrilled to announce a joint venture with Lucifer the most sinful conglomerate of the world in the rapidly growing human civilization to unveil all possible to discover all the secrets of the annihilation of the world. This new co venture will engross different strategy to smoothen the process of extinction of the world and most importantly it will focus on rectifying the mistake they made by creating the most unnatural thing in this world – Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strategic involvement will focus on providing cutting edge painful methods to the cautious spectators and will deliberately concentrate on constant experimentation to come up with new faces of PAIN. God will bring in his significant expertise in getting people together where on the other hand Lucifer will be mesmerizing people with his most sinful temptations and leading them to the place called Hell in literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking on the Occasion GOD said ” We at heaven are extremely excited on this association with Lucifer and are sure it’s going to be a brilliant viewing experience to all the living creatures in this world, heaven and Hell. Lucifer is exceptionally talented slayer and I am sure he is going to hit the bull’s eye and every part of human body and civilization with our association. When a know all (GOD) and a critically acclaimed slayer come together --- one can only expect betray.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and Lucifer have shared a long and an indispensable relationship but due to professional constraints the two giants are locking there horns. Both of them have been a part of this Universe from day one however for the first time they are coming together professionally for one only cause ---- cutting every edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenting on this development Lucifer CEO HELL” It’s indeed a noble gesture of GOD to partner us in such an exciting venture. At hell we believe in bringing in extreme pain and sorrows to the world and I am proud to inform we have kept it to our reputation. All I can promise is that now all the hell will break loose and everything human can expect from this is helter skelter around in and around them.”&lt;br /&gt; ........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Further Details please contact your GOD or Lucifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5580876730489908082?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5580876730489908082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5580876730489908082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5580876730489908082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5580876730489908082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-immediate-release.html' title='For Immediate Release'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sx-X06uIiwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3lw843gDmS0/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5812136663046898871</id><published>2009-07-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:34:18.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SnKBkobjlzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QDRD2y8HEbI/s1600-h/tragedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364492572479952690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SnKBkobjlzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QDRD2y8HEbI/s400/tragedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“That I may not tell you;&lt;br /&gt;And what you ask&lt;br /&gt;You may never know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I heard this, would you believe it? I am searching for a topic which is not merely pure but which should be eternal. Nothing has preoccupied me more profoundly than the problem of decadence. I had reasons which I share with only myself. I have developed a keen eye for the symptoms of decline and I give equal assurance that this is not only nihilistically magnificent but it also aims to bring me the contemplation of tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;As for the intricate relationship of misery and me, nothing can be explained while everything may be confused. One pays heavily for being one of “G**” disciple. I have been exposed to his infection for a long time. In the beginning its effect is relatively innocent, while the power of deceitfulness slowly merges in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing is open to a misunderstanding however I promise you, on certain faces the line of gratitude will definitely appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5812136663046898871?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5812136663046898871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5812136663046898871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5812136663046898871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5812136663046898871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2009/07/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SnKBkobjlzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QDRD2y8HEbI/s72-c/tragedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1581913378206833439</id><published>2009-06-19T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:51:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Übermensch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SjuHhOo_CcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tu6xrrEbwmc/s1600-h/280.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349017987368028610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SjuHhOo_CcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tu6xrrEbwmc/s400/280.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have never allowed him to win; at present every kind of emotions stands with sad and discouraged expression—IF, indeed, it stands at all! The double personality is showcasing the exuberant power of madness however to speak seriously, there are times when good grounds fails hoping that madness will not empower itself with the carnal instinct of mine. The combination of active and passive nihilism is giving impetus to my extinguishing soul. The Übermensch in me has again understood WHAT has actually sufficed for the basis of such imposing and absolute philosophical edifices laid by Nietzsche. I don’t know there is something so psychedelic and enigmatic in him that pulls me towards him. Its been few days he is back into my head, I have taken the weapon(music) of my choice for my nihiilism, active or passive that I am not able to decide but yes nihilism in no doubt. I in this façade what we called life is always been a pendulum which is being altering itself between the good and the bad infact the value of my life lies in this and let me not be grateful to it. Although I must confess I am grateful to one more being (Mermaid) in this world, who have triggered me and always been helpful to make my unregretful decisions of life. She had always let the pure spirit in me alive. The will to truth is always been a perception to me as truth itself originate from its opposite and I had always believed I originate from the opposite. The fundamental conditions of life have overall a different perspective and the very perspective stands tall for the inversion of truth and the denial of life. This produces a magnificent tension to the soul and Nietzsche spoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I teach you the overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him? All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man?&lt;br /&gt;A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsche Thus spoke Zarathustra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good Nietzsche spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1581913378206833439?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1581913378206833439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1581913378206833439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1581913378206833439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1581913378206833439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2009/06/ubermensch.html' title='Übermensch'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SjuHhOo_CcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tu6xrrEbwmc/s72-c/280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5301572058795642141</id><published>2009-05-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sge4j3E8-CI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jbGMo2H9A7s/s1600-h/86265924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435209863297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sge4j3E8-CI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jbGMo2H9A7s/s400/86265924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I say thank you to myself, to my Rebel not to live in an inconceivable façade. Beyond imagination, that is the countenance of God. Thanks to the rebel inside me for not letting the despair breached inside, thanks for the inquisitiveness that never comprehend. What human minds cannot contain. To look upon God’s glory would drive a mortal man insane. Its only human arrogance, which would lead a person to believe and try to put a face which even prophet cannot perceive. Just wanted to let you know how special inside you make me feel. You are always there when fearfully I attempt to flee, you are always there I am only me. When I slumber you did not close your eyes, you are my fanciful illusion a soul that lived beyond the sleep, you are the musician with the melody of his scars. Your song is heard on mountains high, by angels, fallen from the sky. I didn't have to wonder long, before I was drawn toward a light.The brightest light I'd ever seen. It was a strangely familiar sight. I see you my rebel, alone you greet eternity. Into the emptiness you fade, where we will share the destiny. Of all of ours fellow renegades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank You Rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5301572058795642141?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5301572058795642141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5301572058795642141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5301572058795642141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5301572058795642141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2009/05/rebel.html' title='Rebel'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Sge4j3E8-CI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jbGMo2H9A7s/s72-c/86265924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-6208463093549782406</id><published>2008-11-15T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:18:56.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Misery....My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SR6h04R0F9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/3n-81Sklbu0/s1600-h/misery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268826543902431186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SR6h04R0F9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/3n-81Sklbu0/s400/misery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Casually made acquaintance with misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found it impossible to comprehend it either morally or philosophically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has just remained as a profound meloncholy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the moments of exictement the life grews bright to a degree almost inconceivable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These pecularities of life has only caused me much annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has continually applauding on his half explanatory strain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which when I first heard it,impressed me very painfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I soon however grew accustomed to it and my uneasiness slowly become pleasure for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seemed to be it is design rather to insinuate than directlyto assert that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My imagination is singularly vigorous and creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nowdays my life seems to me like a forsaken world , empty and bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All belief which adds poetry to my life is now disappearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-6208463093549782406?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6208463093549782406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=6208463093549782406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/6208463093549782406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/6208463093549782406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-miserymy-love.html' title='To Misery....My Love'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SR6h04R0F9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/3n-81Sklbu0/s72-c/misery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2822781118794889521</id><published>2008-08-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:51:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SKU1Hsuqr4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NavfwIeAeg/s1600-h/images+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234648548270321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SKU1Hsuqr4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NavfwIeAeg/s400/images+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am passionately fond of the night. I love it, in the same way that men love their country or their mistress. I love it with everyone of my senses. In nights I feel myself in the depths of my innermost being , in those depths where we hide the painful secrets , the shameful secrets. I am going to tell you about it , exactly what happenes , without attempting to explain , I can't explain it , unless I happened to be mad. So often one come across people for whom the destruction of life is a physical pleasure. Create and destroy !! These two words sum up the history of every universe. The desire to create and the urge to destroy , intoxicate me like wine . The night noticed this , looked at me , then rushed up and flungs her arms around me and takes me to the state of ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2822781118794889521?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2822781118794889521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2822781118794889521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2822781118794889521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2822781118794889521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/08/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SKU1Hsuqr4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NavfwIeAeg/s72-c/images+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3353631319612294000</id><published>2008-04-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:42:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the forgotten One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R_Ula68_KiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jEw2Zs-9uLA/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185091690418874914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R_Ula68_KiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jEw2Zs-9uLA/s400/ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the forgotten one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; guy who went missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one no one came looking for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting now I wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder why no one cared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cared enough to see the sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sadness scarring my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyes reflecting horror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horror from a past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgotten....just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't forget...though, I tried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tried so very hard to move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move on with my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life filled with friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends false..false like my smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiles masking pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain. Love missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missing....just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could no longer bare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bare the loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loneliness within. Soul empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empty grey days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;days filled with sad memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories from a past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past best forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgotten....just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To seek and found a reason to be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to hunt like a hound, your destiny to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only love, once found, now lost,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for my cowardice, that was the cost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside my heart, to pieces, I am shattered,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all those pieces, in darkness, now scattered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To seek end in the dark,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is my destiny,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to weep alone in the dark, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is my destiny,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to die all alone without your love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is my destiny. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3353631319612294000?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3353631319612294000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3353631319612294000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3353631319612294000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3353631319612294000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-forgotten-one-guy-who-went-missing.html' title='I am the forgotten One'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R_Ula68_KiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jEw2Zs-9uLA/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-8873548453762767523</id><published>2008-02-20T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:54:00.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7zuQRe4QKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/34Nt1wrBvNQ/s1600-h/Jesus"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169268435652722850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7zuQRe4QKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/34Nt1wrBvNQ/s400/Jesus%27%2520last%2520words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so you win today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its not because i lost it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its because you are not worth fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gave up..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more fighting with you....and see today i got my dead serpent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I bit into his neck, letting the hot blood drain out into my mouth...When I pulled away I heard a sob..And I realized it was me...I had just killed the one I loved me the most... Then...I killed myself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-8873548453762767523?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8873548453762767523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=8873548453762767523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8873548453762767523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8873548453762767523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-win.html' title='You win'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7zuQRe4QKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/34Nt1wrBvNQ/s72-c/Jesus%27%2520last%2520words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3954557277090433952</id><published>2008-02-19T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:46:25.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uScBe4QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E72TEtn835E/s1600-h/judith-uffizi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168886007469719698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uScBe4QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E72TEtn835E/s400/judith-uffizi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Tie the noose around the neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Let'em hang and wait for the snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Evil lurks amongst the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;As the men hang in threes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Never hiding in shadow to make the kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Because life is so much more fun to steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;When no one's expecting you to strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And there's no warnings when its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;They all think their safe but thats a gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Let'em find out when I take the first stab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Your bleeding wounds I will kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;To taste your blood against my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I have a lust for your death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Stronger than an addiction to crystal meth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;All those years of suffering and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And finally I have revenge to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Does it feel good now to be in torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Why aren't you begging that you want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Come on now thats not they way it works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;If you don't agree now I can make this worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Remember taking pleasure in hurting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Now its my turn to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;How fun it is to mess with your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;And to beat you down till you're motionless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;You're swearing at me with all your might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Could that mean you're actually in fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I guess you don't understand the situation you're in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I am the devil destroying you for your sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Maybe I'm not that powerful but I can try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Won't matter to me as long as you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Your end I will make slow and miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;For everything you've done that was terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Don't mind my smile baby but you're all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Fear the click of my knife for now its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;To cut out your heart and eat you alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;In the crimson morning so fine .................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3954557277090433952?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3954557277090433952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3954557277090433952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3954557277090433952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3954557277090433952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/02/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uScBe4QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E72TEtn835E/s72-c/judith-uffizi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4192113738869920110</id><published>2008-02-19T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:39:10.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uCTxe4QII/AAAAAAAAANw/IRJARFLHl88/s1600-h/letters.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168868273549754498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uCTxe4QII/AAAAAAAAANw/IRJARFLHl88/s400/letters.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your love is profound , i cant help but want you. your voice is so harsh and you yell at me for not giving you everything you ever wanted but this is not the way you are supposed to be , you give me sweet kisses and love laying next to me but you are killing me softly with every stab and useing my blood to write love letters to me , i just dont understand but i never asked you , you took my blood and rubbed it all over the back of the letter then let it dry and write in black ink over it , you write love letters and poems saying how much you care and respect me , and i wonder what is going through your head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4192113738869920110?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4192113738869920110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4192113738869920110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4192113738869920110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4192113738869920110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-letter.html' title='LOVE LETTER'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7uCTxe4QII/AAAAAAAAANw/IRJARFLHl88/s72-c/letters.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-8239848862963279942</id><published>2008-02-17T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:33:36.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7p4IBe4QHI/AAAAAAAAANo/lD9ZoGBtk7c/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168575601593303154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7p4IBe4QHI/AAAAAAAAANo/lD9ZoGBtk7c/s400/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;cradle me in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;as they lay me to rest in grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I've chosen to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll make it beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;so you can join me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;in my dreams of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Be mine forever and we will live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;on the comfort of the grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I've chosen to be mine..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-8239848862963279942?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8239848862963279942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=8239848862963279942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8239848862963279942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8239848862963279942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-grave.html' title='My Grave'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R7p4IBe4QHI/AAAAAAAAANo/lD9ZoGBtk7c/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4570156453988083783</id><published>2008-02-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:10:47.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R6P50L3YmCI/AAAAAAAAANY/nvW3hz_Tlmw/s1600-h/AfraidOfParadise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162244272830322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R6P50L3YmCI/AAAAAAAAANY/nvW3hz_Tlmw/s400/AfraidOfParadise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;my dear god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;you cannot understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;By any possible means you say and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I perfectly belive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;you think i am going insane ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;It may be so but not for the reasons which you suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Oh! you dont understand me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I am afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;it seems like my fear is a result of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;masturbation of long and thoughtful planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I am afraid of myself ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;afraid of that horrible sensation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;of comprehensible fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;above all I am afraid of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;dreadful thoughts of of my reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;which seems as if it were to about to leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;driven away by a mysterious &amp;amp; invincible agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I am frightened merely beacause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I cannot understand my own terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;If I speak I am afraid of my own voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I close my eyes in despair and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;remain thus for indefinite time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4570156453988083783?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4570156453988083783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4570156453988083783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4570156453988083783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4570156453988083783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-afraid.html' title='I am afraid'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R6P50L3YmCI/AAAAAAAAANY/nvW3hz_Tlmw/s72-c/AfraidOfParadise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-7701564591366339521</id><published>2008-01-28T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:49:52.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R57CG73YmBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5kpJXpkqTz8/s1600-h/ist2_197491_chains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160775647418161170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R57CG73YmBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5kpJXpkqTz8/s400/ist2_197491_chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sticky Chains ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The place I fear the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;is distant and unessential,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But this seed of fear haven't been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;fed today, and slowly my cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;are melting away when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;doors open to shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sticky Chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I discover that my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;smell like iron today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;As wet compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;lingers on these chains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sticky Chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've never been caught in your chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;they are sticky and they secrete envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;So dont dig spiderwebs in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;my silence has grown, and left is screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7701564591366339521?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7701564591366339521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=7701564591366339521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7701564591366339521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7701564591366339521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/01/sticky-chanins.html' title='Sticky Chains'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R57CG73YmBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5kpJXpkqTz8/s72-c/ist2_197491_chains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2945711560672708842</id><published>2008-01-22T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:32:53.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5aCM5s6nhI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ltf7G4IKaTY/s1600-h/insane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158453581358734866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5aCM5s6nhI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ltf7G4IKaTY/s400/insane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Broken heart grievously weep in pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Drowning peaceful soul inside puddles of pain&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking of you and those good old days&lt;br /&gt;Miss your existence in so many different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of tears flowing from my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;Agitated life floating between high rised tides&lt;br /&gt;Loss of love turning my inner views fully blind&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless ideas overshadow intoxicated mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forces of rage rotating around your head&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of joy soon will be wilting to death&lt;br /&gt;Clusters of blossoms losing delicate petals&lt;br /&gt;Weakened heart breaking in to fragments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venomous thorns hurt as cute kissable roses bloom&lt;br /&gt;Poisoned feeble life drifting toward a darkest doom&lt;br /&gt;Soul of scornfulness often seething in extreme pain&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility disappears as the thoughts running insane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2945711560672708842?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2945711560672708842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2945711560672708842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2945711560672708842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2945711560672708842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/01/broken-heart-grievously-weep-in-pouring.html' title='Running Insane'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5aCM5s6nhI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ltf7G4IKaTY/s72-c/insane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2962457181227832666</id><published>2008-01-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:50:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5Z-cJs6ngI/AAAAAAAAANA/N5se51Hp9Jc/s1600-h/gentle_touch_of_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158449445305228802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5Z-cJs6ngI/AAAAAAAAANA/N5se51Hp9Jc/s400/gentle_touch_of_death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I cried, it was in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You held me so close, away from all harm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soft warm skin, always against mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hearts, always beating at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched over me, like a guardian angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kept me safe, under your protecting spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever in darkness, you gave me light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whenever hurt, into you I fell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that has left me, no longer, no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your something I don't know, you've left me so sore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone now, in my minds darkest place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood stained skin, tear stained face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I must do, to heal this broken soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to strengthen my weak heart, turn it ice cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide all my feelings, disguise these falling tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become empty inside, let no one near &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring up the barriers, walls around my hear to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make them stronger than before, so they wont fall apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleed out all the poison, let darkness draw me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it take over me, make the light go dim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind the shadows, the only things that help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And slowly once again, fall back into myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2962457181227832666?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2962457181227832666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2962457181227832666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2962457181227832666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2962457181227832666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2008/01/whenever-i-cried-it-was-in-your-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R5Z-cJs6ngI/AAAAAAAAANA/N5se51Hp9Jc/s72-c/gentle_touch_of_death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2188958883624677462</id><published>2007-12-23T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:36:59.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R25ID5s6nfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ch-iHM4K0v0/s1600-h/McWayne600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147130655997074930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R25ID5s6nfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ch-iHM4K0v0/s400/McWayne600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy&lt;br /&gt;These enigmatic eyes from the skeleton smile of prudent vanity&lt;br /&gt;I am content in his sanctuary of my complacent shadow&lt;br /&gt;So take this aesthetic reality and throw the world out the windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried desperately to restrain my corrupted perfidy&lt;br /&gt;To prove I’m not just another silence face of absurdity&lt;br /&gt;This smile I call upon to feed my burning abyss of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Provoke the secrecy of my tormenting credence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasped blindly at the pain of my self-indulged paradox&lt;br /&gt;Causing my ardent memories of significance to be lost&lt;br /&gt;These eerie delusions that taint my shallow mind to autopsy&lt;br /&gt;Slowly dissipating the the subconscious of our fallacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weakened patience succumbed to myself destructing anger&lt;br /&gt;Allowing the beauty of profanity to flatter&lt;br /&gt;I breathed in the static hereby of twilight&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep in the blissful ache of my lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the blame on my moral deterioration&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy the pride of my placate aberration&lt;br /&gt;I wonder in my deceptive labyrinth blind and broken&lt;br /&gt;Keeping secret of this solitary bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Decadent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2188958883624677462?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2188958883624677462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2188958883624677462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2188958883624677462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2188958883624677462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-will-never-understand-nature-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R25ID5s6nfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ch-iHM4K0v0/s72-c/McWayne600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-7558916481600296753</id><published>2007-11-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:35:53.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs lucifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R0WSlIvHJtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4x-bE-RiLqE/s1600-h/god_dethroned_the_grand_grimoire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135672116783818450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/R0WSlIvHJtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4x-bE-RiLqE/s400/god_dethroned_the_grand_grimoire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is god&lt;br /&gt;For me he is very odd&lt;br /&gt;,People worship him,he likes to get praise&lt;br /&gt; He lives in the city of magic&lt;br /&gt;Which fly on lonely clouds&lt;br /&gt;xAnd we call it heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He love when we say his name&lt;br /&gt;He like his fame,&lt;br /&gt;What you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Wanted me to be tame&lt;br /&gt;No, It wont happen,I am better dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the cute demon&lt;br /&gt;You called him "Lucifer",&lt;br /&gt;But he is the one I prefer&lt;br /&gt;He is the person who rang the bell in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who walks in the night&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the moment that will be right,&lt;br /&gt;Teeth sharp and yellow,eyes glowing red&lt;br /&gt; This is not the monster found under your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is fighting with god,plotting you know&lt;br /&gt;And someday he will take away his soul&lt;br /&gt;,He feeds on our fear,drinks in our tears&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day&lt;br /&gt;When he will be the only thing we hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain,rage and anger invites him&lt;br /&gt;Death and corpse gives him control&lt;br /&gt;Soon dark and dead will be your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask what is he and who he wants&lt;br /&gt;He is every memory of god that will haunt,&lt;br /&gt;Those broken,scared,alone and bruised&lt;br /&gt;He's the unheard voice of all those abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you who let god to rule&lt;br /&gt;That all I can see,&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who fills the world&lt;br /&gt;With his incurable disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7558916481600296753?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7558916481600296753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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sheet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Moments where I faltered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I felt incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sometimes I wrote in happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But pain, it flowed with ease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No depths I could not reach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When writing on my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In days of old I'd run to write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Expel the hurt I had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Turn it into something more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Writing out the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It could be raw and very dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fear was often there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tears running, minds were racing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Blooms of deep despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Youth went by, life did change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Love had found its way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Breaking through this wall I built,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hiding every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I came to find the words inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To express each facet of being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My passion became something more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Than something that was freeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It became me, held back nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Emotions free to flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It helped me understand the things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I never did quite know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It helped me find a voice to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Reach those held in wanting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Voice my spirit to my peers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In a way that was not daunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now I sit and write today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For nothing more than joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This call I hear deep inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;That nothing can destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For even if you read my words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And find nothing that you need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I bared my soul and all I hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For more than you to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7717208022441392092?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7717208022441392092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=7717208022441392092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7717208022441392092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7717208022441392092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/11/writer.html' title='Writer'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RzzPNIvHJsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kPx_Dqr521I/s72-c/philosopher.koninck' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-7801009460317937192</id><published>2007-11-14T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:52:41.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rztta6JuH_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5NLKVRC1SVw/s1600-h/DZ1007~Together-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132816509372866546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rztta6JuH_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5NLKVRC1SVw/s400/DZ1007~Together-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When it comes to relationships, tragedies, or just a simple day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I always wonder who's behind it so it ends that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is it me or something else that gets to pick and choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or is already written in stone whether I win or lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some say fate is that one force which gets to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Others say it is yourself in which you must confide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Combination of the two is truly what I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because in the end it always takes two to conceive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So don't you go and put all your pennies in one jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because if you do then you truly cannot go far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bring them both together and trust them entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is always both together believe and you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7801009460317937192?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7801009460317937192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=7801009460317937192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7801009460317937192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7801009460317937192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/11/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rztta6JuH_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5NLKVRC1SVw/s72-c/DZ1007~Together-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5250360600499572484</id><published>2007-10-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:52:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RxxWbILCcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BDFQG6gsyUA/s1600-h/strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124065500091019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RxxWbILCcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BDFQG6gsyUA/s400/strength.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is recognizing that you need help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And asking for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is when no matter how hopeless the battle looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You will never forfeit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is letting down your guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And taking a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is asking the one person you secretly admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To just one dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Even when you don't have the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is going to the extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Not just for the thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is doing what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter what it will cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is asking for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you are completely and utterly lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is letting people get close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And giving them the ability to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is not just saying what people want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But saying what is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is never giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter how hopeless things seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is making reality out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your every hope and dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is being able to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And finally say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is recognizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That it's always okay to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is being able to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;In the face of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is going down the path you're on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter how drear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is recognizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you need to let the one you love go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is letting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your true feelings show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is being able to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And learn from your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is being true to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Even when everyone else are fakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is finally letting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The one that you love know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is recognizing your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And using them to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is scaling every mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter how high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is freeing your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And letting your spirit fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is the ability to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter what the crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is forgiving and forgetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;All of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is in not following the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But embarking on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is knowing that you're never perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But merely partly grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is never giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Even when all odds are against you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is always finding the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To do what you've got to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is sticking up for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The person everyone picks on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is always looking at the pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And never at the con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Strength is knowing who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And who you want to beS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;trength is found in everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;In you . . . in her . . . in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5250360600499572484?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5250360600499572484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5250360600499572484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5250360600499572484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5250360600499572484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/10/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RxxWbILCcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BDFQG6gsyUA/s72-c/strength.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5923506120672731578</id><published>2007-09-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:18:34.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCZoiESYcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zwbmd948Dmc/s1600-h/and].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116258098311487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCZoiESYcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zwbmd948Dmc/s400/and%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you wake up one morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and they tell you I'm dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't look around in shock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you knew i was fcked in the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if they tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i cut to deep this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't wonder how i could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's not a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if they Tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my blood stained the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't lock yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;slamming the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if mum breaks down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if she starts to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't join in her sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was my choice to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if mum tells you she love's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and if you say it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;think before you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;now that my life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if mum asks for your help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there is a funeral to attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for a broken boy who's life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you couldn't mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if mum says she wants red roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;of the fcking white one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tell her i want black roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and to be buried with a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if she wants to dress me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the white dress she bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;get my used top and denim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in white i wont be caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if she cries at the alter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;help her to her seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;her heart is now broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;will she ever find her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if they sing the fcking church songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;that never made sense to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;go get skillet, or my chemical romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the real me they will all see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if they go on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;about everything i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tell em to get fcked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cause they never knew me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if they ask why i have scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tell em i couldn't cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;let em know there is almost 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cause i ran out of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;of what i did that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;don't worry you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cause you wont get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you think about my death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you cut the fck out of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you lock yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;upit's not good for your health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you wonder what went through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;as the blade went across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was all of you my angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and all of the loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you think you could have saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;stopped me before i went to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;helped me on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;caught a falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if you say you still love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ars to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;remember I'm still in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and that will stop your cries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;know i love you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and I'll always be in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll always be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;if one day you remember my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and it brings tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5923506120672731578?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5923506120672731578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5923506120672731578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5923506120672731578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5923506120672731578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-wake-up-one-morning-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCZoiESYcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zwbmd948Dmc/s72-c/and%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4890712706405009142</id><published>2007-09-04T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:59:21.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucifer's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCalCESYdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t2XLqlr1C4Q/s1600-h/Lucifer31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116259137693573586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCalCESYdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t2XLqlr1C4Q/s400/Lucifer31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCSzyESYbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NesQy7cRAIQ/s1600-h/Dante%20et%20Virgile%20au%20Enfers%20Dante%20and%20Virgil%20in%20Hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rt0LI4plq6I/AAAAAAAAALg/YD5sC_poneU/s1600-h/sdsdd.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seductive melody is invoking,calling out for dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bloody moon's the ruler of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stars cherish, like reminders on darkened scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eft to testify above the horrid minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sanguinary angels forgotten, now they fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the demons are whispering chaotic prayers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;darkened flames of the emotions cremate every thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;as entwined liquid stars sing Lucifer's song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fallen Gods lustfully raging afore Creators dagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the symbol of Lucifer's victory, the descant of blackness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;broken Sun slowly dieing while eternity bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the dreams of lost shouts on the world are descend&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4890712706405009142?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4890712706405009142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4890712706405009142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4890712706405009142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4890712706405009142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucifers-song.html' title='Lucifer&apos;s song'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RwCalCESYdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t2XLqlr1C4Q/s72-c/Lucifer31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3855233709300386754</id><published>2007-09-04T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:31:30.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rt0IRoplq5I/AAAAAAAAALY/_dbvqaltRVQ/s1600-h/vbgfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106246651570662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rt0IRoplq5I/AAAAAAAAALY/_dbvqaltRVQ/s400/vbgfh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; “Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3855233709300386754?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3855233709300386754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3855233709300386754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3855233709300386754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3855233709300386754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-one-come-all-if-you-dare-enter.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rt0IRoplq5I/AAAAAAAAALY/_dbvqaltRVQ/s72-c/vbgfh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-928297425307141147</id><published>2007-08-21T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:41:51.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RssiqYplq4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0mT9S-q6JFI/s1600-h/borch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101209114493954946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RssiqYplq4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0mT9S-q6JFI/s400/borch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RssiM4plq3I/AAAAAAAAALI/wfri9mF6Vy8/s1600-h/borch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sadness brings the clouds down low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and raindrops to the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the darkness streaks the start of night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tears fallen from their eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hardwood coffin bears my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and date of death so told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside's my broken body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead and chilled with cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm carried down to earthy grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon the shoulders of my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blood still seeping through the cracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they walk another bend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lower me into the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thud of clay to wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shaking hands scratched off my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd call out if I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My breath is shallow and hard pressed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon I'll be out of air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poison paralysed my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this, it's not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above ground flowers on my grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're dead and without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My headstone's a small angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Choking the life from a dove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fading, giving up my hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax, my time has come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember though when you are judged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He will know what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"you know  what you have done..................beacause its only you and me knows what you have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there will be a day..yes one single day all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I promise that day I will take away all your greed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-928297425307141147?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/928297425307141147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=928297425307141147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/928297425307141147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/928297425307141147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/sadness-brings-clouds-down-low-and.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RssiqYplq4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0mT9S-q6JFI/s72-c/borch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4000297207311893480</id><published>2007-08-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:08:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsqAz4plq2I/AAAAAAAAALA/w7gb9W6HXPQ/s1600-h/T79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101031156819012450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsqAz4plq2I/AAAAAAAAALA/w7gb9W6HXPQ/s400/T79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life,I'm scared to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like being in love, to feel, for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tear drops splatter on my favourite guitar,As i sit here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreamin,wondering,how you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your voice is the melody of my favorite song:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lyrics help to guide through what is right and wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're riding phone lines,just to see what we can find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if my head is right;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the image that comes to mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past mistakes just melt away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the heartbreak isn't spoken-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one dwells on times when we were lost or broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So release all inhibitions;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's just free our minds;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took us too long to realize that what held was true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could it be anything else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can see is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, there may be distances-but we're not that far apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May be just in miles,but never in our hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So lets take a plunge and we'll hold our breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared half to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i know I'll have you to hold my hand through it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know that you would catch me,if I began to fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So jump in here we go, as I'm holding my breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once in my life,I'm scared to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you tell me mthat I'm on your mind-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well you're that's all in my head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smile with all the memories;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laugh at the jokes you said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your kisses felt like thunder,I got lightning in my veins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cure to all my pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never have I known something can be so right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would never you up without putting up a fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some tell me I am crazy,they don't know how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while the rest if the world is fake,you are the who's real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just stay here, with me and let us save tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we'll ride these phone lines, hoping for that day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day when we can finally do what we always say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i know that soon, it'll finally be our time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So keep me in your heart cause I could never let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just keep telling you that , make sure you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its amazing how i feel, i hope that you dont mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4000297207311893480?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4000297207311893480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4000297207311893480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4000297207311893480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4000297207311893480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/like-being-in-love-to-feel-for-first.html' title='&quot;like being in love , to feel, for the first time&quot;'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsqAz4plq2I/AAAAAAAAALA/w7gb9W6HXPQ/s72-c/T79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1884204725784827569</id><published>2007-08-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:03:52.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are we</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RscMB4plq1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XpbVdaJ-aWY/s1600-h/satan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100058329546599250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RscMB4plq1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XpbVdaJ-aWY/s400/satan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Great Times of Depression&lt;br /&gt;Changing to ones of great Succession&lt;br /&gt;Learning from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there is no retakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Adolescent Misbehavior&lt;br /&gt;To questioning our savior&lt;br /&gt;From our birth to our death&lt;br /&gt;All in a quick breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of great desire&lt;br /&gt;The fuel for your inner fireT&lt;br /&gt;he emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;When emotions collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping everything for a single cause&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they’re the one without a pause&lt;br /&gt;Being there for those you need&lt;br /&gt;Watching the caged become freed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your partner leave&lt;br /&gt;For another person on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the stress increase&lt;br /&gt;As we cry for the deceased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nervousness and fear&lt;br /&gt;When our friends are scared&lt;br /&gt;Being surprised at an occasion&lt;br /&gt;And laughing at our humiliation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to fly&lt;br /&gt;And never fearing to die&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing our fear&lt;br /&gt;With eyes dry from lack of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing any pain&lt;br /&gt;Just the sweetness of a sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;Leaving home without a care&lt;br /&gt;Just to do what you would never dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living your life obeying the law&lt;br /&gt;While criminals make cities turn raw&lt;br /&gt;Always holding your hopes up high&lt;br /&gt;When deep down you want to break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning everything we do&lt;br /&gt;To what scientists really try and prove&lt;br /&gt;Knowing only what we’re told&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why the world is so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending our lives looking for&lt;br /&gt;What’s behind that hidden door&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of lifeCovered by strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder about it every night&lt;br /&gt;Just for it you put up your fight&lt;br /&gt;It’s covered with all sorts of lies&lt;br /&gt;And those who realize always die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all you know&lt;br /&gt;To trusting a foeLending out your soul&lt;br /&gt;Just to reach your goal&lt;br /&gt;Going through hell to leave&lt;br /&gt;To do what you believe&lt;br /&gt;Having hope for oneself&lt;br /&gt;And trusting yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this is, is a great composition&lt;br /&gt;Of what makes up our disposition&lt;br /&gt;We feel what we do&lt;br /&gt;And question what we once knew&lt;br /&gt;We give our tears to our pain&lt;br /&gt;Only to have it washed away in the rain&lt;br /&gt;We are taught to question&lt;br /&gt;Then punished for the answer we mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told to believe&lt;br /&gt;Even when we see the world indulging in greed&lt;br /&gt;We watch time go byWe are born to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1884204725784827569?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1884204725784827569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1884204725784827569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1884204725784827569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1884204725784827569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-are-we.html' title='Who are we'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RscMB4plq1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XpbVdaJ-aWY/s72-c/satan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4604417112504798082</id><published>2007-08-17T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:05:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsVogIplq0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5D3cIsUVB5Q/s1600-h/Salvation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099597054353976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsVogIplq0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/5D3cIsUVB5Q/s400/Salvation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I died would you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I mean, what if I was no longer there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would the world suddenly end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you mourn me my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you feel such deep sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That you'd care not of tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would you somehow honour me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Could that set your conscience free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would people I hardly knew suddenly claim to have been my close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would they pledge their assistance to the cold, and bitter end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Could you survive without me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Move on and just be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How many people would attend my funeral service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would the chapel be full and the eulogizer nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Who would deliver that eulogy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would they say wonderful things about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As my corpse lay at the front of the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would some be planning their afternoon at the mall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What would become of my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All those who have grown to rely upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would the show of support be overwhelming at first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But slowly diminish once they get through the worst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would be gone, simply not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They'd be alone to fight through the heartache and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So what if I died right here on the spot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trying to finish a poem but this was as far as I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Would I be able to write the rest in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or would I just be gone, cold, and simply put, dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The world would continue along without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Others now being where I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At first my presence would still seem so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But then slowly diminish as they all move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of course they'd talk and say, "Remember him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But over time these occurrences would grow increasingly slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Simply forgotten as time wastes away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My existence more vanished with each passing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The more that I ask, the better I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This question is not for you, it's more just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I'll rephrase and make it concise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No sugar coating to make it sound nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I died, why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It would simply just mean that I'm no longer there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4604417112504798082?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4604417112504798082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4604417112504798082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2696010499017984172</id><published>2007-08-16T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T03:13:44.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsQA8oplqzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/V24kOsdPCkc/s1600-h/retrospection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099201719794248498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsQA8oplqzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/V24kOsdPCkc/s400/retrospection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Locked, Into deep retrospectionHind sight blinding, Interjection,Of my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My future waiting, of My soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My heart still waning.Tossed about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mind like stoneEvery thought thun’k, thun’k alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Unrequited, Dear hopes and dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since childhood, locked, Blocked byScreens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tasteless, frivolous, batteredReflection, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Still interrupted by livid transgression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Captured, Mist of disarray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Every thought pondered, caught today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Limited by my own minds wallsSkewed by my own voices calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Simmering moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Twinkling stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Blood caught behind blinding bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Autumn moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In all her Glory, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Watch me over; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tell my story.Sitting here, View aghast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;asInterjection, transgress my past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2696010499017984172?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2696010499017984172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2696010499017984172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2696010499017984172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2696010499017984172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/retrospection.html' title='retrospection'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RsQA8oplqzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/V24kOsdPCkc/s72-c/retrospection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1732483158936106499</id><published>2007-08-07T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:33:06.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RridkbYdIVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qkBET2RTMZ0/s1600-h/Cup_ofDeath~c~richd~ByElihuVedder3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095996227520897362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RridkbYdIVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qkBET2RTMZ0/s400/Cup_ofDeath~c~richd~ByElihuVedder3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Date With Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Inside the old church, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You lit a smoke and sipped your flask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "Have You Ever Died?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With dead-serious eyes, you asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; With a little laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To make it like you were joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, you were breath-taking;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; You left me Gasping and Choking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This cemetery Gets a little warmer at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You, me, and bottles Of Bourbon and Formaldehyde; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The mix was toxic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You were Blurry,I was Confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And drunk on all the lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You tried to make sound like the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're in a Sandbox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're giving off Good Vibrations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The kind that rock worlds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tear through schools and police stations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and fire houses, Hospitals and the happy homes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of neutered house-trained dogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With backyards full of buried bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On a Date with Death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; And I've never felt so alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her crooked smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Makes my heart burn up my insides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; he is hot as Hell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With horns and a lovely forked tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he's a devil, And he's as Evil as they come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On a Date with Death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Painting the town blood-red for laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "Have You Ever Died?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; he knew the truth before i asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1732483158936106499?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1732483158936106499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1732483158936106499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-8371147178978863018</id><published>2007-08-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:18:34.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RribOLYdIUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnPG9Qjf2dM/s1600-h/borrowedangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095993646245552450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RribOLYdIUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnPG9Qjf2dM/s400/borrowedangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RriZVLYdITI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZCvP7Dr2T9Q/s1600-h/8be97bbf-9bc4-4048-8322-a6db3b7c617c.large-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to be loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to be cared for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who wont judge her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to be pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants to be smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who would love and respect her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for who she is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was so strong yet sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was so perfect yet flawed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was so happy yet sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She laughed yet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she cried inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She had friends yet she was alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-8371147178978863018?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8371147178978863018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=8371147178978863018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8371147178978863018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/8371147178978863018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-wants-to-be-loved-she-wants-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RribOLYdIUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lnPG9Qjf2dM/s72-c/borrowedangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2707420330018297295</id><published>2007-08-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:28:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RvvL-yESYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/XXl_xIojELU/s1600-h/z_rainy_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114906081261412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RvvL-yESYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/XXl_xIojELU/s400/z_rainy_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rrc-hLYdISI/AAAAAAAAAKI/egijbbxpJuU/s1600-h/Endless-Love-Print-C10080101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;its raining today&lt;br /&gt;feel like going for a walk&lt;br /&gt;want to feel the rain touching me and her&lt;br /&gt;the cold breeze,the falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;we hold our hands and start walking&lt;br /&gt;the water running down and getting collected between our fingers&lt;br /&gt;giving birth to a new one&lt;br /&gt;wet clothes becoming our skin and the warm breath of ours&lt;br /&gt;i look into her eyes and she gaze deep into mine&lt;br /&gt;she moves her hand on my face&lt;br /&gt;her tender fingers,squezzing my lips&lt;br /&gt;my tongue slurping the rain water from her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I ask do you know what i beleive?????????&lt;br /&gt;she gives me an innocent look and say no....&lt;br /&gt;I say babes you are my EVE&lt;br /&gt;she wraps herself around me and now there is nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;the lights are turning into nights&lt;br /&gt;its pitch dark and both are feeling each other&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden there is a thunder strike&lt;br /&gt;our eyes meet and what i see is the wilderness in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the mouth wide open, hands pulling me closer to herself&lt;br /&gt;she's tryingg to take me in&lt;br /&gt;her hands careses my skin and chiver run down my spine&lt;br /&gt;feel like sitting on a electric chair&lt;br /&gt;going to be dead but the moment feel like&lt;br /&gt;living in more than thousands years&lt;br /&gt;she hold my hand and dragged me inside&lt;br /&gt;our heaven,our house and then the&lt;br /&gt;drapes fall and with its our covers&lt;br /&gt;there she is in front of me or I am in front of her&lt;br /&gt;she is like a warrior princess athena&lt;br /&gt;with sensuality like venus&lt;br /&gt;she comes close to me&lt;br /&gt;pouring herself on me&lt;br /&gt;I hold her,brace her back&lt;br /&gt;she started gasping for breath&lt;br /&gt;i lay her down,exerting my preasure on her&lt;br /&gt;and feel the feature on my fingers&lt;br /&gt;i embrace her beauty&lt;br /&gt;she pulls me closer with her arms and&lt;br /&gt;I lean over her and she supports me with her love&lt;br /&gt;now she rocks back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;she slows down,her hands getting burried inside my flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2707420330018297295?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2707420330018297295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2707420330018297295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2707420330018297295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2707420330018297295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-raining-today-feels-like-going-for.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RvvL-yESYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/XXl_xIojELU/s72-c/z_rainy_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-7573907362728874147</id><published>2007-07-29T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T09:21:58.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A place in Heaven for the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rqy9drYdIRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CXutbBaqpO4/s1600-h/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092653596208341266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rqy9drYdIRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CXutbBaqpO4/s400/f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rqy80bYdIQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/azVQqNNBgoc/s1600-h/l4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092652887538737410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rqy80bYdIQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/azVQqNNBgoc/s400/l4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The night embraced the sleepy city yet again,The moon shines silvery upon this world of men.He kneeled before the cross of God – prayingFor his disease to go away, but he was not complaining.His fever was up high and he had hallucinationsAll the shadows in the room seemed like devilish temptationsAnd the air was harder to breathe, his heart was racing,But he was heroically fighting with the sickness he was facing.The wind was blowing cold putting out the shimmer candle lightAs a mistress’s silhouette walked in his room making him fright.“Who are you?” he said – his voice trembling with insecurity,But the woman didn’t answer mesmerized by his untouched purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suddenly the room went cold and he felt shivers down his spine“I have come to release you from your pain and make you mine”The mistress now replied and within a second she was standing by his bed“Go away! Leave me alone!” was all that he could have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She paid no attention to his words and she got closer to his face“Have trust in me, my dear, and let us share eternity’s grace”And she gently kissed his neck searching cautiously for a veinTo push her fangs within it quickly so there’ll be no pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before he knew what was going on his heart had stopped beating,She turned him into her kind and prepared him for fleeting Away from that place where sickness seemed at home –He was now in the arms of the undead thrown…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many days had passed since his sudden transformationHe was now unwillingly darkness’s creation.He did not want to live forever in the gloomy nightAnd his mistress’s presence was not wanted in his sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeding with the blood of the humans that were once his kindWas something outrageous that could not be assimilated by his mind,From the start, he did not want to be part of this so called life;This was not as the woman had planned – she was now in strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One night he ran away finding shelter underneath a tree“I do not wish to be undead – this is not the real me!God where are you? Please release me from all of this And may that fiendish woman burn in Hell along with her mortal kiss!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His body was weak for he didn’t feed since he was madeAs he hoped that hunger will help him faster to fadeAnd when he felt like he was left alone, abandoned by allExquisite white angels surrounded him for they heard his desperate call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Their faces bared no signs of hate; their eyes were filled with loveAmidst doves and divine rays of the purest light sent from above.“Come, child, don’t be afraid! Father sent us to bring you in our paradise”“But I am a fallen one…” he said with crimson tears in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“You did not cope with the creature in which you were transformed,You still strived to be human and you wanted your heart adornedWith the purity that you still keep buried deep inside your coreAnd so you are now as welcomed to our Heaven as you were before.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He remained astonished by the angel’s words and soHe got up from the muddy ground and felt ready to go.The angles took him in their arms and they rose in God’s empireWhere darkness never reigns and peace burns bright like fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7573907362728874147?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7573907362728874147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=7573907362728874147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7573907362728874147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7573907362728874147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/place-in-heaven-for-fallen.html' title='A place in Heaven for the Fallen'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rqy9drYdIRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CXutbBaqpO4/s72-c/f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-234337452501901826</id><published>2007-07-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T03:25:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>****************Hypnotic Eyes*************************</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqcghLYdIPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R9s8vv2ng8w/s1600-h/eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091073658128769266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqcghLYdIPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R9s8vv2ng8w/s400/eyes2.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqcUnrYdIOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_XeubiWlb9c/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her eyes are so hypnotic carefully plotting what she'll do caught in this web of love ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not sure what to do next"you always want what you cant have," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she laughs at their ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she'll do what she has to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she wont get hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ready to accept finite disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more sobbing or cryingshe'll stand strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wont let people know what's inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;keeping a stiff upper lip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and find it damn hard to smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-234337452501901826?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/234337452501901826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=234337452501901826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/234337452501901826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/234337452501901826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/hypnotic-eyes.html' title='****************Hypnotic Eyes*************************'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqcghLYdIPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/R9s8vv2ng8w/s72-c/eyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-2953266776119260941</id><published>2007-07-24T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:34:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORPSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqWrCbYdILI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tU0qoqjKmg/s1600-h/Hector%27s_corpse(Jacques-Louis_David-1778).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090663012010631346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqWrCbYdILI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tU0qoqjKmg/s400/Hector%2527s_corpse(Jacques-Louis_David-1778).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Preying into the night for withered bodies of deaths grace,Stalking into the darkness the strong scent of burning flesh,While watching upon the rivers of bleak mis fortunate souls,Are sinners of catastrophe waiting for a scarlet fire to burn?As the smoke rises into the sky, people watch with concern,For these animals seek food, food which they so badly yearnAs they crouch silently beneath tree branches of whispers,Shadows begin to emerge while they run into dark rivers.Like tigers hunting prey, they drag their food from murkey waters,Onto the shores as they begin to unravel bodies like starving beasts,Cries delude the night while these eager animals feast,Fighting over bones while ripping apart the human chests,As the porcelain moon of a bright glow begins to suddenly rise,Unexpectedly across merciful skies. They flee into the jungle;howling vicious like wolfs into the darkened night of lost hope,Hidden in the mist until these cannibals faces are revealed again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-2953266776119260941?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2953266776119260941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=2953266776119260941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2953266776119260941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/2953266776119260941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/corpse.html' title='CORPSE'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqWrCbYdILI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_tU0qoqjKmg/s72-c/Hector%2527s_corpse(Jacques-Louis_David-1778).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5204489416536801474</id><published>2007-07-20T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T03:29:04.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::::::::::::::::::::::::::DEATH:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqCDjZAONsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HzUCOUZn2yU/s1600-h/323d-shiva-destroyer-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089212222959138498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqCDjZAONsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HzUCOUZn2yU/s400/323d-shiva-destroyer-B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqB4fpAONpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g6makaH9g2o/s1600-h/kali-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Death!!!"&lt;br /&gt;It will be with you every breath,till your last breath"&lt;br /&gt;the most natural thing for man,the breed we known as a "homo.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sapiens&lt;/span&gt;" is Death.As we know it inevitable.It has to come and it will come.As a physical fact,death is easily understood.It is departure of the life force from the body.What has animated a handful of earth as it were,is gone.What is left is dross.Is that the end of "MAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is man? How did he come to be. Who created him and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; is the"CREATOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What should be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; between him and his "CREATOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Animal do not ask these question question;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man the thinking animal,does. Man is not satisfied with loving without knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As said by "Brahma"&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suvediti&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vediti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vedacha&lt;/span&gt;" means&lt;br /&gt;I think i not that i know him well, or that i know him,or even that i know him not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What the most wonderful fact in the world" asked by the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAKSHA&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;'O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yaksha&lt;/span&gt;', "We see our fellow beings dying around us every moment and yet the living think they never will die.That, surely,is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most wonderful fact of all!"&lt;br /&gt;Said by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YUDHISHITIRA&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death holds terror to many,for variety of reasons;facing death come hardest for those who linger in bed but for it is unknown cause for anxiety and misery. I want to know the answer,instead of wondering why?The only thing that is true in this world is death,for some its the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;" and for some "its the end" its a topic that is being debated from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and it will go on till eternity;;;;;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The chasm of death only obstructs our view.Our sorrow due to our foolish refusal to see and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that what comes next is self existent,unborn and not subject to change death and decay.Life is like a manuscript,one can search for missing pages. Who am i? From where i have come and what the purpose of life? You are here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you were somewhere else.You move from the known to the unknown,from visible to invisible and from the seen to the unseen. No human being can live without doing karma but when he performs the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Karmas&lt;/span&gt;" he has to reap the fruits.If we learn to reduce all our desires to a point zero,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; our motivations will be over and there will be no karma.There will be no Bondage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; human being will not be in a bonds for the fruits of his 'Karma'.Attachments seems to be the mother of all miseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The wise one" said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;YAMA&lt;/span&gt;,"Is neither born,nor does he die.He is unborn,constant,eternal,primeval".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why "GOD",if there is a "GOD",in His infinite grace does not spare the soul its endless birth and the deaths and gives it peace is not, again, explained in any meaningful way . Why having created a soul, should "GOD" turn it over to a treadmill-like future? Why should "GOD" create man and then endow him with senses and tell him not in the "Gratification of the senses, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;in his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt; them,lies Salvation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For action without detachment has its inevitable effects.This is the law of &lt;em&gt;karma&lt;/em&gt;. According to the principle of &lt;em&gt;Karma&lt;/em&gt;,there is nothing uncertain or capricious in the moral world. We reap what we sow. Action and reaction are equal and opposite which is the same as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; second law of dynamics. In that sense,every little action-any action-has its effect. When does that effect, reaction, as it were , cease to operate? With death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There cannot be any carryover for the simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; that there is no future life. But if there is future life, if the soul is indeed reborn, if the chain of life-death-life continues without end, then it is possible to assert that whatever we do in our present life will have its natural and inevitable repercussion in a later life and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; only way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;in which&lt;/span&gt; to stay the reaction is to reduce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; chances of reaction to zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and the debate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;stiillllllllll&lt;/span&gt; goes on...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Life is ecstasy and Death is eternity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqB3qZAONnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EjOkmkYGeUs/s1600-h/yamajh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5204489416536801474?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5204489416536801474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5204489416536801474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5204489416536801474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5204489416536801474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/death.html' title='::::::::::::::::::::::::::DEATH:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RqCDjZAONsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HzUCOUZn2yU/s72-c/323d-shiva-destroyer-B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4140352437441902411</id><published>2007-07-18T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:28:41.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::::::::::::::::::::::DRAGON'S BREATH ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7oLpAONmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZCgkH8hNO0/s1600-h/Great-red-dragon-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088759915658229346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7oLpAONmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZCgkH8hNO0/s400/Great-red-dragon-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It might be our last day', they mockingly say,not believing the words they were just so quick to say.That left a terrible picture in my pessimistic head.They laugh with joy as the dragons smoke deteriorates my lungs leaving me speechless,yet undead.I grin as the black night turns red,as they look into my eyes deteriorating not their lungs,but their spirits inside.So much unexplainable love overflows from the God given fountain,that they come to drink so frequently out of.It never stops flowing,I must keep those smiles going,its my dream that Im now finally living.So drink and be merry, and go on in glee,get drunk off of the love Im terrifyingly giving.The music from the mysterious pitremind me of the clock that ticksthis time away,and yet at the same time the clock wont stop reminding methat the music and this time of adolescence is still playing my way.Maybe if I take just a little sip of that poisonIll be better kept,maybe if I took a little puff of that acid Ill forgetall those days I regretfully wept. Im only kidding,I wouldnt be caught in such acts,but that doesnt mean my mind didnt stop to think ofthe possibilities and deceiving power in such habits as that.Where has this innocent world of ours gone?I wonder if the spiritual battle of ours will be won?Though those bags below your beautiful eyessink a little lower,and though your feelings progress just that much slower,my mothers lullaby now sings me to peaceful sleep,with even more hope then ever of this war not ending in defeat.I go on now with the smile in my eyes reaching its peak,even though I look at your imperfectness for the first time clearly.Now that is a miracle from above,against all odds,Im happy with an even better chance at love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4140352437441902411?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4140352437441902411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4140352437441902411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4140352437441902411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4140352437441902411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/dragons-breath.html' title='::::::::::::::::::::::DRAGON&apos;S BREATH ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7oLpAONmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FZCgkH8hNO0/s72-c/Great-red-dragon-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3627446601199415549</id><published>2007-07-13T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:04:00.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc6fZAONdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T3d2MwkZdLM/s1600-h/4FingersOfGodAlmighty-HolyHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086598615100437970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc6fZAONdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T3d2MwkZdLM/s400/4FingersOfGodAlmighty-HolyHouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now there is nothing to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mermaid and rebel are going to fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now there wont be the obnoxious feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but they will be living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know she love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;same way,the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the mountain love the misty clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where the sun tries to come in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the love is so pure and clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the same way you love your loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ones in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where you will do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bcoz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I love you"is the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; keep them alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc6TZAONcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/J4KD7YR0owQ/s1600-h/GreenCageOfRecurrentNightmares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086598408942007746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc6TZAONcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/J4KD7YR0owQ/s400/GreenCageOfRecurrentNightmares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love had made a simple guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;into a martyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with so much of ecstatic eternal energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;running down in the veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and love is all over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from your heart to brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just think and hear the bell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and see them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;one the god's angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and the Lucifer's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and this time there wont be a run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the best from both the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;mermaid from heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and Lucifer's hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yes,there was something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but feel good,when I see her strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there won't be anymore cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it will be either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we live or he dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but why should we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they are together to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tell me why? always the god people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suffer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why not others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes,I am not talking about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God! he is not in my wildest dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't give me that sterns expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know how to get my salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you and me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have any connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tell me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what's your desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;agitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why you want me in your space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; nah....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The final declaration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why you want everybody down on your leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why you want them to beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think about you and only one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can do is Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In my mind there is only one sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's feel like you also "DOUBT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your own "EXISTENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc5E5AONaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fdN6Wr6naPM/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3627446601199415549?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3627446601199415549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3627446601199415549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3627446601199415549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3627446601199415549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-there-is-nothing-to-hide-mermaid.html' title=''/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rpc6fZAONdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T3d2MwkZdLM/s72-c/4FingersOfGodAlmighty-HolyHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-6951108701426914560</id><published>2007-07-08T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:35:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/..........." Pure Darkness"............/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpCg75rq3-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Eu1v66n3UKs/s1600-h/sa-the_return_of_evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpCg75rq3-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Eu1v66n3UKs/s400/sa-the_return_of_evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084740930258001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  My pain is something you can not see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; it is all I see from inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; my horrors are behind my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; as you all want me to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I see things people aren't meant to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; run away and flee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I don't blame you for doing this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and blood flows from my wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; People think I a total freak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and pains are at their peak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I stand in this wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpCgrJrq39I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HPG8yYllJcc/s1600-h/Darkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpCgrJrq39I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HPG8yYllJcc/s400/Darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084740642495193042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;rld,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; alone in an everlasting twirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; Alone standing in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; as you look into my eyes and see my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; you don't nothing just tear me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; just like my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; No one helps me in this place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; as you look at my pale face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; mangled and torn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; my darkness is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; As you see the dark sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; and soon to say good bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; say hello to my fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; as I am locked behind black metal gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; With all my pain next to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; why can't you all see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; shed some light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; it might help me fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; The darkness surrounding my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; as you see a skull pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Welcome to my end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and let my heart to be mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Let me be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; just let me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I want to be out of the mud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and no more blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-6951108701426914560?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6951108701426914560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=6951108701426914560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/6951108701426914560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/6951108701426914560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/pure-darkness.html' title='/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/...........&quot; Pure Darkness&quot;............/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpCg75rq3-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Eu1v66n3UKs/s72-c/sa-the_return_of_evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5496598050508837884</id><published>2007-07-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:21:33.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>********** GOD--------VS--------LUCIFER************</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7cBZAONlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xMZjzaOAKAI/s1600-h/Vision%20of%20Hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088746545425036882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7cBZAONlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xMZjzaOAKAI/s400/Vision%2520of%2520Hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7bdpAONkI/AAAAAAAAAII/G5mcuH6_JN8/s1600-h/Dante%20et%20Virgile%20au%20Enfers%20Dante%20and%20Virgil%20in%20Hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088745931244713538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7bdpAONkI/AAAAAAAAAII/G5mcuH6_JN8/s400/Dante%2520et%2520Virgile%2520au%2520Enfers%2520Dante%2520and%2520Virgil%2520in%2520Hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpdCVZAONgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LZ7Emu8uyiw/s1600-h/RestlessSpirits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086607239394768386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpdCVZAONgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LZ7Emu8uyiw/s400/RestlessSpirits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpdBbZAONfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hRRypcaqFps/s1600-h/LatestTemptationOfAnExpelledSaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086606242962355698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpdBbZAONfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hRRypcaqFps/s400/LatestTemptationOfAnExpelledSaint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RpdBCZAONeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xMmw6SXsKZw/s1600-h/RedVisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RousW5rq36I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dyNR_z_I4DE/s1600-h/scream_t1ipl3te.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RourjJrq35I/AAAAAAAAAGI/O9UHSr7XdFE/s1600-h/deviltemptations8te.jpg"&gt;its under construction i am just collecting the pics &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Roup6prq33I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7MhJf4YHgDk/s1600-h/p256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouqwJrq34I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TOwU8PXmjq4/s1600-h/335601131_0d163e2517_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5496598050508837884?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5496598050508837884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5496598050508837884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5496598050508837884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5496598050508837884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-vs-lucifer.html' title='********** GOD--------VS--------LUCIFER************'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rp7cBZAONlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xMZjzaOAKAI/s72-c/Vision%2520of%2520Hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5565493681988027252</id><published>2007-07-04T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:32:55.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>******* Controversial _______Maniac***********</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouYXZrq32I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jkNIaTdA2WU/s1600-h/maniac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouYXZrq32I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jkNIaTdA2WU/s400/maniac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083324132216201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouYMZrq31I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3d5JseRaKgs/s1600-h/eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouYMZrq31I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3d5JseRaKgs/s400/eternity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083323943237640018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Controversies"&lt;br /&gt;why its me,who have to see&lt;br /&gt;even i wants to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;! Tell me what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my childhood I have seen violence&lt;br /&gt;still I always kept my silence,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by "Maniac"&lt;br /&gt;How you want me to Act?&lt;br /&gt;why you made me like this,&lt;br /&gt;There was a time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belive&lt;/span&gt; in your presence&lt;br /&gt;but after all that shit,I started questioning your existence,&lt;br /&gt;now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; agree&lt;br /&gt;so you called me a "Nazi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my education&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy in transformation&lt;br /&gt;becoming a "rebel" and&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my "revolution"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! bless  my mother and grandmother&lt;br /&gt;give all the pain to me,&lt;br /&gt;not to other...&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I was beaten by my Father&lt;br /&gt;It was not my fault ,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; bother.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born and  brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;up by&lt;/span&gt; anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;always felt like I am in a "Cage"&lt;br /&gt;my parents never understand me&lt;br /&gt;so they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to raise me  ????????.......................&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why they labelled me as a "Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;there was lot of thing that I lack......&lt;br /&gt;and I always feel someone is on my back&lt;br /&gt;and why the "FUCK"  I should justify!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;May be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why&lt;br /&gt;they called me a "Maniac"&lt;br /&gt;and I lost the track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 21st century,full of fury..&lt;br /&gt;There are lot of people like me&lt;br /&gt;there are lot of thing we like to see,&lt;br /&gt;even "Maniac" like me, want "peace"!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever look in our face&lt;br /&gt;this fucking world is going in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;diffrent&lt;/span&gt; pace&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day,when there will not be&lt;br /&gt;a single human trace......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come sit and talk to me&lt;br /&gt;all Maniac came and see&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting alone with a glittering knife&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of taking  my life&lt;br /&gt;But wait!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why should i do that?????????&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whta&lt;/span&gt; to do&lt;br /&gt;because its not me,then its must be "you"&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I loved you&lt;br /&gt;You ripped me to my bone marrow&lt;br /&gt;and I am a "maniac" not a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disciple of "Lucifer"&lt;br /&gt;No,he is not a Devil&lt;br /&gt;He is the angel who fell&lt;br /&gt;to become the ruler of "Hell"&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who is fallen from heaven&lt;br /&gt;and He is the "son of Dawn"&lt;br /&gt;and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; done anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;the name "Lucifer"&lt;br /&gt;are made of two words&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ferre&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;means "light" and "to bear"&lt;br /&gt;So it means bearer of the light&lt;br /&gt;So he pay more attention in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  ignored me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like it&lt;br /&gt;and none listens to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tries to find it&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; go back home,&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean shit&lt;br /&gt;Its feel like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of that&lt;br /&gt;So,What I am?????????&lt;br /&gt;Whats the "Fact"!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;belive&lt;/span&gt; all you will say&lt;br /&gt;is a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;CONTROVERSIAL&lt;/span&gt; MANIAC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the controversy still continues  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5565493681988027252?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5565493681988027252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5565493681988027252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5565493681988027252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5565493681988027252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/07/controversial-maniac.html' title='******* Controversial _______Maniac***********'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RouYXZrq32I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jkNIaTdA2WU/s72-c/maniac.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5394885671374665922</id><published>2007-06-29T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:08:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel........Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RoX3v5rq30I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ho_F01UrC0I/s1600-h/Mermaid_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081740156867370818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" height="391" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RoX3v5rq30I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ho_F01UrC0I/s400/Mermaid_2.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She called him Rebel...Rebel, a guy of radical thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple boy with innocent heartbut this world torn him apart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always felt he is in a cell,living in this world HYPOCRATICAL world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, it’s not better than "Hell"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lives in seductive nights......and sleep in lightning days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vampire" yes this is the word,what people say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves the sensual light of night,and hate the rays of sun that he throws in days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called her mermaid....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finds melancholy in her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiva and Prophet in her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can see the Carpenter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She dances with the Krishna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she is the missed breath of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe she is the radical bend inside ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants to be the burial ground of my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe she is the only one with whom I can share my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day they meet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves "God" and he likes "Lucifer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is melancholy of night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the innocence of a young girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting in the fear of the one who comes at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he is fascinated by death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is people of the dark,notorious and innocent by heart envied are we, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who were here from the startChaos, blood and misery is his mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meeting of love&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the din&lt;br /&gt;As the eyes see each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they see no sin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5394885671374665922?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5394885671374665922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5394885671374665922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5394885671374665922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5394885671374665922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-called-him-rebel_29.html' title='Rebel........Mermaid'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RoX3v5rq30I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ho_F01UrC0I/s72-c/Mermaid_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-7686122812953498926</id><published>2007-06-08T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:55:00.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This my tribute to my Dad,i know he loves me,I am really very sorry Dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RmkZAWTwAQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_2XaZqIlRE0/s1600-h/father-son.jpgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RmkZAWTwAQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_2XaZqIlRE0/s400/father-son.jpgs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073613948988686594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we understand these lines I belive our life will be so simple;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“If someone doesn’t love us the way we want to,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doesn’t mean that they haven’t loved us with all they have got”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I felt that yesterday,when my mom told me that my dadWas upset because of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;me I was feeling so guilty.These emotions are so complex.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wrote these lines and this is my way of saying sorry Dad……..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am really very sorry Dad&lt;br /&gt;My actions make you sad;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that,&lt;br /&gt;But this fucking life never gave me what I had.&lt;br /&gt;I know sometime the monster&lt;br /&gt;Comes out that inside of me;&lt;/p&gt;                                                            &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want that,&lt;br /&gt;But noone belive me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I love you&lt;br /&gt;That all I want you to knew;&lt;br /&gt;It is your shadows under which I grew,&lt;br /&gt;I know I am stupid and idiot.&lt;br /&gt;However I don’t want you to cry&lt;br /&gt;That will be the thing I will never try;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very sorry Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Because of me you are sad.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and now you smile&lt;br /&gt;And for that I will go any mile;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very sorry dad,&lt;br /&gt;I know you are the only thing I had.&lt;br /&gt;Now I promise&lt;br /&gt;I will be wise;&lt;br /&gt;The way you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Remember ,when I was kid,&lt;br /&gt;You used to get angry on me&lt;br /&gt;When I used to do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Still remember that time………..&lt;br /&gt;Those are the memories that only mine.&lt;br /&gt;All I want you to trust……&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up,&lt;br /&gt;I will make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day;&lt;br /&gt;When you will stand up and say.&lt;br /&gt;That’s my son………that’s my son;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very sorry Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I promise wont make you sad…………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-7686122812953498926?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7686122812953498926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=7686122812953498926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7686122812953498926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/7686122812953498926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-my-tribute-to-my-dadi-know-he.html' title='This my tribute to my Dad,i know he loves me,I am really very sorry Dad.'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RmkZAWTwAQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_2XaZqIlRE0/s72-c/father-son.jpgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-4586221252298654352</id><published>2007-05-22T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:04:24.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction................"hope the one will be always in mood.............and hope that i dont have to wait for too long.....but yes i can wait"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RlPmvv112DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6gDBUelPuEc/s1600-h/seduction_back_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RlPmvv112DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6gDBUelPuEc/s400/seduction_back_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067647713692473394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RlPj-f112CI/AAAAAAAAACs/KLGPobm8Hy8/s1600-h/seduction5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RlPj-f112CI/AAAAAAAAACs/KLGPobm8Hy8/s400/seduction5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067644668560660514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain falls in sheets&lt;br /&gt;from the dark gray clouds&lt;br /&gt;leaden with moisture&lt;br /&gt;ready to fall to the groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is howling&lt;br /&gt;as it pushes the rain&lt;br /&gt;toward a small house.&lt;br /&gt;Full of sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning flashes outside.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up the dark room&lt;br /&gt;but the two lovers don't notice.&lt;br /&gt;There to wrapped up in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kisses her gently&lt;br /&gt;wrapping his arms around her.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually taking the kiss deeper&lt;br /&gt;as he runs his hand down her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explore each others bodies&lt;br /&gt;slowly, gently so that&lt;br /&gt;flashes of sensations&lt;br /&gt;temporally block all else out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is electric.&lt;br /&gt;You could feel it everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the air has grown thick&lt;br /&gt;with love and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the storm rages on&lt;br /&gt;just out side there window.&lt;br /&gt;One just as strong screams&lt;br /&gt;to be set free to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-4586221252298654352?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4586221252298654352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=4586221252298654352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4586221252298654352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/4586221252298654352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/seductionhope-one-will-be-always-in.html' title='Seduction................&quot;hope the one will be always in mood.............and hope that i dont have to wait for too long.....but yes i can wait&quot;'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/RlPmvv112DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6gDBUelPuEc/s72-c/seduction_back_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3267614601024114617</id><published>2007-05-19T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:06:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should i stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7n8v112AI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CcLLv5VENs/s1600-h/anger2-747499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7n8v112AI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CcLLv5VENs/s400/anger2-747499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066241661658847234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7ncf111_I/AAAAAAAAACU/tSyqdfk4D7g/s1600-h/Id08--Psychedelic-Shiva-LR-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7ncf111_I/AAAAAAAAACU/tSyqdfk4D7g/s400/Id08--Psychedelic-Shiva-LR-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066241107608066034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  Why should I stay alive when there is nothing to live for?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why should I breathe when there is no air to breathe?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why should I cry?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why should I laugh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why should I forgive?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Why should I forgive when no-one deserves it?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I sit in my room thinking, dreaming, wanting to know why should I stay alive.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Finding the meaning why.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Every-time I here your voice, every time I feel your touch &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; my body shivers with Chiles.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; it was you who made my life miserable. It was you who made me forget myself, my childhood. Who made me lose my life. I could never become something or someone special. I could never be strong enough to face up to myself; I wish I could be &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; strong enough to face my fear, the fear of standing up to you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The fear of wanting to feel life. The fear of loving you. why should I stay alive when there is nothing to live for? Why should I breath when there is no air? Why should I cry?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; All these questions lead to you. should I live? Do you have the courage to look me into the eyes and tell me the truth? My love if you can, then why dont you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3267614601024114617?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3267614601024114617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3267614601024114617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3267614601024114617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3267614601024114617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-should-i-stay.html' title='Why should i stay?'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7n8v112AI/AAAAAAAAACc/3CcLLv5VENs/s72-c/anger2-747499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-214675649899958341</id><published>2007-05-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:51:58.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is only the beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7kif111-I/AAAAAAAAACM/HJFjv2_8Skc/s1600-h/New_Anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7kif111-I/AAAAAAAAACM/HJFjv2_8Skc/s400/New_Anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066237912152397794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7j-f1119I/AAAAAAAAACE/qEsKWU_DV_U/s1600-h/300px-Michelangelo_-_Fresco_of_the_Last_Judgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7j-f1119I/AAAAAAAAACE/qEsKWU_DV_U/s400/300px-Michelangelo_-_Fresco_of_the_Last_Judgement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066237293677107154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; We walk around trying to figure out why we're here.What's our purpose on this Earth?But why?We make fun of people.But why?Is it because their less fortunate than us.Or maybe we think we're just so much better than them.Or is there some level of greatness that they can't live up to.But why?There's so much anger is this world.But why?We walk around wishing we could change the past.But why?You caused it in the first place.If it wasn't for your stupid actions then it never would've happened.But maybe I'm wrong.I don't know.Besides I'm just one person.I can't do anything.I ain't nobody.But I just want to know.I just want to understand.I want to make everything better.How can you stand it?Oh well,I guess I'll never know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-214675649899958341?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/214675649899958341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=214675649899958341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/214675649899958341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/214675649899958341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-only-beggining.html' title='This is only the beggining'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7kif111-I/AAAAAAAAACM/HJFjv2_8Skc/s72-c/New_Anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1330294369098574765</id><published>2007-05-19T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:00:45.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7gc_1117I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AXnoi1hs8U0/s1600-h/200013782-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7gc_1117I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AXnoi1hs8U0/s400/200013782-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066233419616606130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7gD_1116I/AAAAAAAAABs/FdE4Vw_1Ccg/s1600-h/imagesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7gD_1116I/AAAAAAAAABs/FdE4Vw_1Ccg/s400/imagesy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066232990119876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  I don't want to fight when things go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to feel I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Just wrap me in your arms, tight embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Gently wipe the tears from my face&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; When we fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Like we did last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; It puts things into view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Gently brush your lips against mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Make me leave the past behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Take my hand inside your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And help me to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to fight when things go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to feel I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Just wrap me in your arms, tight embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Gently wipe the tears from my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I would rather the heavens take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Than for you to forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Blowing my smoke to the clear blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I would pray the Lord let me die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; We have been together for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; That without you I could not go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I love you more now than I did then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And if I had to I would do it all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to fight when things go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I don't want to feel I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Just wrap me in your arms, tight embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Gently wipe the tears from my face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1330294369098574765?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1330294369098574765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1330294369098574765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1330294369098574765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1330294369098574765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7gc_1117I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AXnoi1hs8U0/s72-c/200013782-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-3782231012093448597</id><published>2007-05-19T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:25:03.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoner of my own love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7ecv1115I/AAAAAAAAABk/KzQTP060VJ8/s1600-h/imageso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7ecv1115I/AAAAAAAAABk/KzQTP060VJ8/s400/imageso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066231216298383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7eMP1114I/AAAAAAAAABc/HHaGpmzWmeE/s1600-h/imagesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7eMP1114I/AAAAAAAAABc/HHaGpmzWmeE/s400/imagesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066230932830541698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7dz_1113I/AAAAAAAAABU/BuLpwxecqZc/s1600-h/images%5B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7dz_1113I/AAAAAAAAABU/BuLpwxecqZc/s400/images%5B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066230516218713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a prisoner of war.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Prisoner of my own love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To my heart I swore.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I have an angel watching above.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whispering within the air,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Where I thought I heard no sound.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To this day I swear,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; By white wings I was found.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The eyes they had stole,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me I am wrong.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel angels touch my soul,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Don't worry, it wont be long."&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; This heart had collided,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Into a concrete wall.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No battle is ever one sided.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; These angels wont let me fall.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought the world was empty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That no angels lived in this place.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Suddenly they showed me,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I looked up at your face.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a prisoner of war.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Prisoner of my own love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To my heart I swore.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I have an angel watching above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-3782231012093448597?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3782231012093448597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=3782231012093448597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3782231012093448597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/3782231012093448597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/prisoner-of-my-own-love.html' title='Prisoner of my own love'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk7ecv1115I/AAAAAAAAABk/KzQTP060VJ8/s72-c/imageso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1995600127667011526</id><published>2007-05-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:02:41.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>straight from my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3cBv1112I/AAAAAAAAABI/G3QTSlvwm4w/s1600-h/images6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3cBv1112I/AAAAAAAAABI/G3QTSlvwm4w/s400/images6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065947078441949026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I once heard a story straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;About a girl and how her world  began to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;It all started when she met the boy that made her life  complete&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;They were the  couple everyone wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;There were no imperfections as either one could  see&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks passed they fell more in love and were less aware&lt;br /&gt;Of how  often life turns out to be unfair&lt;br /&gt;Until one day she finally gave in&lt;br /&gt;She  realized there was no way she could win&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm sorry but i have to let  you go&lt;br /&gt;As he reached for her hand she pulled away whispering no&lt;br /&gt;When she  turned around a tear slid down her cheek&lt;br /&gt;He just stood there speechless,  forgetting how to speak&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were the hardest at home&lt;br /&gt;She  truly felt she was all alone&lt;br /&gt;Her mom pushed in her face how she had  won&lt;br /&gt;Her dad said "i knew he was just another one"&lt;br /&gt;Her sister said "come on  you'll be ok"&lt;br /&gt;And her brother just tried to stay away&lt;br /&gt;At school it was  like her friends weren't even there&lt;br /&gt;None of them seemed to really care&lt;br /&gt;Her  life had no more color, just black and white&lt;br /&gt;Even getting out of bed turned  into a fight&lt;br /&gt;Despite their tries things just weren't like before&lt;br /&gt;Then he  decided "i don't wanna try anymore"&lt;br /&gt;At that she tried to cut him out&lt;br /&gt;But  the more she ignored him the more her feelings began to shout&lt;br /&gt;When she saw  him that day she could no longer just walk by&lt;br /&gt;And before she knew it her  mouth opened up and out came "hi"&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and said "so now we're  talking?"&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled and join his walking&lt;br /&gt;Everyday they talked a  little more&lt;br /&gt;And everyday she began to like him a little less then  before&lt;br /&gt;As the months passed by she became more and more aware&lt;br /&gt;About how  its ok life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;Because eventually everything becomes your past&lt;br /&gt;But  your memories will always last&lt;br /&gt;And with that i hope you see&lt;br /&gt;Not all love  is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;But hold on and don't give in&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall, hold up your  chin&lt;br /&gt;And believe me when i say&lt;br /&gt;The right one will come one day&lt;br /&gt;He'll  open your eyes to things you couldn't ever see&lt;br /&gt;I know this because..this is a  story all about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1995600127667011526?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1995600127667011526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1995600127667011526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1995600127667011526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1995600127667011526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/straight-from-my-heart.html' title='straight from my heart'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3cBv1112I/AAAAAAAAABI/G3QTSlvwm4w/s72-c/images6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-1030687349342811329</id><published>2007-05-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:38:31.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3WcP1110I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SWDv5sDvLj0/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3WcP1110I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SWDv5sDvLj0/s400/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940936638715714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running down a dark alley&lt;br /&gt;At the End there will be Light&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't someone  see me?&lt;br /&gt;Does no one know of this Fight?&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping of  the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the energy surround me&lt;br /&gt;Energy of a red  fountain&lt;br /&gt;Death everywhere I can see&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul and body  ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts going there own way&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous piece of  art&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please take me away&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked up in a room  without Light&lt;br /&gt;Screaming without sound&lt;br /&gt;Seeing without sight&lt;br /&gt;The exit  will never be found&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up, screaming&lt;br /&gt;In front of  the face of my fears&lt;br /&gt;Telling me I wasn't dreaming&lt;br /&gt;My last scream which no  one hears&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-1030687349342811329?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1030687349342811329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=1030687349342811329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1030687349342811329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/1030687349342811329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/nightmares.html' title='nightmares'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3WcP1110I/AAAAAAAAAA4/SWDv5sDvLj0/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776210844711234381.post-5065432050413018307</id><published>2007-05-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:35:30.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3Vwf111zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7jzjfiaRCYA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3Vwf111zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7jzjfiaRCYA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940185019438898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be held, held like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;I long for the embrace&lt;br /&gt;The  embrace of your loving arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you holding  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;I need to be kissed, gently and teasingly&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel  your lips touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be  touched; I need to be taken&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, Gently caress me&lt;br /&gt;Take me; I belong  to you&lt;br /&gt;My body longs for your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this come across as  selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am being greedy?&lt;br /&gt;If wanting more of your love is a  sin&lt;br /&gt;Then I am guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not just for me&lt;br /&gt;All that I wish  for&lt;br /&gt;I want to offer in return&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hide; nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  looking for your desire&lt;br /&gt;Do you desire me?&lt;br /&gt;I am longing for  fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;Will you make me content?&lt;br /&gt;I am growing desperate&lt;br /&gt;Will you  rescue me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776210844711234381-5065432050413018307?l=biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5065432050413018307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776210844711234381&amp;postID=5065432050413018307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5065432050413018307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776210844711234381/posts/default/5065432050413018307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biplove-stand-alone.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-guilty.html' title='I am guilty'/><author><name>everything has been figured out;except how to live</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595789344708895323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/SRQtYT-MdqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4ksnmv0mQj8/S220/Z19rpx10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y61FV0Tk67U/Rk3Vwf111zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7jzjfiaRCYA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
