<?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-7891124901436558088</id><updated>2011-12-09T21:46:59.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Food</title><subtitle type='html'>Healthy Foods is Good to our Body.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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Girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl becomes Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy sidles up to girl&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in her ear&lt;br /&gt;Girl Blushes&lt;br /&gt;But moves in ever-near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl likes Boy&lt;br /&gt;Acts silly when he’s around&lt;br /&gt;Boy likes Girl&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities abound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy smiles at Girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl smiles back&lt;br /&gt;Invites him for a coffee&lt;br /&gt;In her very own lurve-shack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl struts her stuff&lt;br /&gt;Has boy caught in a spell&lt;br /&gt;Girl falls in love&lt;br /&gt;What more story need I tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8026507038890804729?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8026507038890804729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8026507038890804729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8026507038890804729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8026507038890804729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/tell.html' title='Tell'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8292707429296677451</id><published>2009-05-31T23:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:41:46.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>Don’t fall little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t express little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them see the pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk through all those pitiful lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them do it to you once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect yourself little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s plenty more in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hate little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they want you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile bright little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try you’re hardest to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will move on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant change your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the world while it lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you only got one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh loudly little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And put down you damn gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re me little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t we learned a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your also them little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each of us you have fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call you hope, little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You glow dim then turn bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call you dreams, little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;But to me, little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always just be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide us, little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we both just want to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8292707429296677451?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8292707429296677451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8292707429296677451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8292707429296677451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8292707429296677451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7259561554674350585</id><published>2009-05-31T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:41:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task</title><content type='html'>She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;She is just trying to last&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;She wants to get out&lt;br /&gt;But all she does is put on a pout&lt;br /&gt;She taps on the glass&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone will pass&lt;br /&gt;She's sick of waiting&lt;br /&gt;And sick of baiting&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;She sits alone&lt;br /&gt;And all she does is moan&lt;br /&gt;She yells for help&lt;br /&gt;But it sounds more of a yelp&lt;br /&gt;She hates her life&lt;br /&gt;And goes for the knife...&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;She believes it's too late&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't believe in fate&lt;br /&gt;she wants help but doesn't ask&lt;br /&gt;it seems like more of a task&lt;br /&gt;She wants to love&lt;br /&gt;But it seems above&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;br /&gt;I am just trying to last&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the glass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7259561554674350585?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7259561554674350585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7259561554674350585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7259561554674350585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7259561554674350585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/task.html' title='Task'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4720289051147385346</id><published>2009-05-31T23:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:41:02.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that weeps&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that will soon be grown&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little&lt;br /&gt;the little girl who can't make it on her own&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl who sits and stands&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl who watches life in her hands&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that gives&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that lives&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl that sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Who will cry for the little girl&lt;br /&gt;the little girl who used to be ME! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4720289051147385346?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4720289051147385346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4720289051147385346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4720289051147385346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4720289051147385346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8650142841211961256</id><published>2009-05-31T23:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:40:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I met the girl of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I held her, I love her, but that wasn’t a dream&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel so special inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like a failure inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams was so pretty and pure&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams was so perfect&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams is everything I want&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams is everything that is right&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams talked with me&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams is named Dee&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams showed me who I am&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams showed me what love is&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams showed me how to love&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my dreams I love so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams I love you so&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams I hate that you let go&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams you are so rare&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams you for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams without life doesn’t seem right&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams without you why put up the fight&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams without you I am not whole&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams without you I feel like I am in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams, you are for me&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams is Dee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8650142841211961256?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8650142841211961256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8650142841211961256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8650142841211961256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8650142841211961256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5787833455581531291</id><published>2009-05-31T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:40:21.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I am the girl who u call when everything goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who u come to for advice&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who u tell everything to&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who’s heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who wanted you&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who needed you&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who had all that I wanted at one time&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who let u go&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who let u go again&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who your parents love&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who has dreams that seem impossible&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who will seek my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who cheers for the losers&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who believes anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who has confidence in your decisions&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who will be saying go for it&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who wants to give up but wont&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who has answers for everything&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who is your best friend&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who will leave someday&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who will say goodbye with tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl who u will call when everything has went wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5787833455581531291?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5787833455581531291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5787833455581531291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5787833455581531291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5787833455581531291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-678012976815329738</id><published>2009-05-31T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:39:55.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Guy meets girl&lt;br /&gt;girl likes guy&lt;br /&gt;guy loves girl&lt;br /&gt;girl hates guy&lt;br /&gt;guy hugs girl&lt;br /&gt;girl kisses guy&lt;br /&gt;girl guy happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-678012976815329738?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/678012976815329738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=678012976815329738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/678012976815329738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/678012976815329738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4251306929509833269</id><published>2009-05-22T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:00:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many</title><content type='html'>Nature is quite today.&lt;br /&gt;Nature seems to be enjoying in itself.&lt;br /&gt;There are many creatures playing with the nature.&lt;br /&gt;Nature makes a sweet sound.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lost in the nature.&lt;br /&gt;There is a melodious song playing in the nature.&lt;br /&gt;Nature itself sways and makes us sway.&lt;br /&gt;The world itself is lost in the nature.&lt;br /&gt;The music is also mixed with the nature.&lt;br /&gt;God also takes rest in the lap of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Nature is our mother.&lt;br /&gt;We are its children.&lt;br /&gt;Nature loves us like our mother.&lt;br /&gt;Nature does not take anything from us but gives.&lt;br /&gt;We play and frisk in a cheerful way with the nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4251306929509833269?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4251306929509833269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4251306929509833269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4251306929509833269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4251306929509833269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/many.html' title='Many'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1618088634774461571</id><published>2009-05-22T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:59:11.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shade</title><content type='html'>Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Green grass and Venus Fly Traps!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Maple logs and Oak Trees!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother Nature!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, o Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Making the world a splendid shade of green.&lt;br /&gt;Making the world a peaceful bean&lt;br /&gt;in the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1618088634774461571?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1618088634774461571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1618088634774461571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1618088634774461571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1618088634774461571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/shade.html' title='Shade'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2433534652032242995</id><published>2009-05-22T08:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:58:52.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass</title><content type='html'>Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Green grass and Venus Fly Traps!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Maple logs and Oak Trees!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother Nature!&lt;br /&gt;Nature, o Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Making the world a splendid shade of green.&lt;br /&gt;Making the world a peaceful bean&lt;br /&gt;in the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2433534652032242995?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2433534652032242995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2433534652032242995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2433534652032242995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2433534652032242995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-799401489492679693</id><published>2009-05-22T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:58:22.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold</title><content type='html'>In thy nature is beauty&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature is earth&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature i find my worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature is peace&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature i find myself&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature every lasting greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature there is more to be seen&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature a beauty untold&lt;br /&gt;in thy nature everything is worth more than gold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-799401489492679693?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/799401489492679693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=799401489492679693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/799401489492679693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/799401489492679693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/gold.html' title='Gold'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2690867442580460817</id><published>2009-05-22T08:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:58:03.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>human nature, mother nature,&lt;br /&gt;enough of your torture.&lt;br /&gt;safely nature, easy nature,&lt;br /&gt;play your game,&lt;br /&gt;foolish nature, custom nature,&lt;br /&gt;I know your plan&lt;br /&gt;can you nature, would you nature,&lt;br /&gt;try to run away.&lt;br /&gt;stupid nature, poor nature.&lt;br /&gt;find my secret.&lt;br /&gt;Miserable nature, faulty nature,&lt;br /&gt;get out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;It is in my nature,&lt;br /&gt;It is my nature,&lt;br /&gt;don't give me away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2690867442580460817?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2690867442580460817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2690867442580460817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2690867442580460817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2690867442580460817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5920915525893743362</id><published>2009-05-22T08:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:57:41.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freed</title><content type='html'>Nature is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;nature is fun&lt;br /&gt;love it or hate it&lt;br /&gt;nature is something to love&lt;br /&gt;nature is god's gift to us&lt;br /&gt;Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature we love&lt;br /&gt;wate and feed nature&lt;br /&gt;Nature water's and feed's us&lt;br /&gt;god gave us nature&lt;br /&gt;we cant live with out it&lt;br /&gt;nature makes us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know nature&lt;br /&gt;Nature is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nature is about the earth&lt;br /&gt;nature has flower; s and weed's&lt;br /&gt;weed's or flower's nature is us&lt;br /&gt;NATURE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5920915525893743362?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5920915525893743362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5920915525893743362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5920915525893743362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5920915525893743362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/freed.html' title='Freed'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3355683603286512378</id><published>2009-05-22T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:57:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart</title><content type='html'>Nature is mighty&lt;br /&gt;Nature is strong&lt;br /&gt;Nature is usually always right&lt;br /&gt;Nature is rarely ever wrong&lt;br /&gt;Nature is beauty&lt;br /&gt;Nature is moody&lt;br /&gt;Nature is smart&lt;br /&gt;Nature always has the greater part&lt;br /&gt;Nature is blue&lt;br /&gt;Nature is green&lt;br /&gt;Nature is every color possibly seen&lt;br /&gt;Nature is true&lt;br /&gt;Nature is beaming&lt;br /&gt;Nature is dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Nature is in every place&lt;br /&gt;Nature is always with grace&lt;br /&gt;Nature is true&lt;br /&gt;Nature is you&lt;br /&gt;Nature is me&lt;br /&gt;Nature will forever be free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3355683603286512378?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3355683603286512378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3355683603286512378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3355683603286512378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3355683603286512378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/smart.html' title='Smart'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6974532955451244481</id><published>2009-05-14T07:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:20:46.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left</title><content type='html'>U left me and let me feel the PAIN&lt;br /&gt;and every time am makin progress and gettin over u, u come back 2 haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the game u wanna play, the game of messin with someone's emotions over and over again. U assure me of neva being hurt by u but wat do u think u do all d time?&lt;br /&gt;U said u care about me but anytime u see someone better than me, u 4get about me. let me ask u this question, ghost haunter. Is this reall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6974532955451244481?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6974532955451244481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6974532955451244481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6974532955451244481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6974532955451244481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/left.html' title='Left'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7000447430154307840</id><published>2009-05-14T07:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:20:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Person</title><content type='html'>u will never find the right person, if you will never let go the wrong one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7000447430154307840?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7000447430154307840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7000447430154307840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7000447430154307840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7000447430154307840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/person.html' title='Person'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1481701893011083453</id><published>2009-05-14T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:20:12.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>Im just a cowboy,&lt;br /&gt;thats all I am,&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;Your only man.&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;But I had to change.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;for the man I am.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my hat,&lt;br /&gt;and dusted my boots.&lt;br /&gt;Started to wear,&lt;br /&gt;a new kinda suit.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted more,&lt;br /&gt;But I am what I am,&lt;br /&gt;and I wasnt,&lt;br /&gt;your only man.&lt;br /&gt;You said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought Id die,&lt;br /&gt;I even had a little cry.&lt;br /&gt;But I treated you right,&lt;br /&gt;never got in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;So you can go,&lt;br /&gt;and I will stay.&lt;br /&gt;But dont come back,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart flew away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1481701893011083453?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1481701893011083453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1481701893011083453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1481701893011083453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1481701893011083453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1686713245055288188</id><published>2009-05-14T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:19:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock</title><content type='html'>It's like I'm on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Looking in&lt;br /&gt;Is this me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I living this life?&lt;br /&gt;My tears draw wet lines&lt;br /&gt;on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;as i search for answers where none exist&lt;br /&gt;He cheated&lt;br /&gt;lied&lt;br /&gt;Made a knife out of his love&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed me&lt;br /&gt;created such a wound&lt;br /&gt;in my heart&lt;br /&gt;that will never&lt;br /&gt;fully heal.&lt;br /&gt;I loved him&lt;br /&gt;he hurt me&lt;br /&gt;cheated...&lt;br /&gt;cheated?&lt;br /&gt;Is this me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I living this life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1686713245055288188?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1686713245055288188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1686713245055288188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1686713245055288188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1686713245055288188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/shock.html' title='Shock'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-574621966957159419</id><published>2009-05-14T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:18:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message</title><content type='html'>I get your , text messages , and emails saying your sorry , but when i saw you with that girl , my heart began to rip , you looked at me , and started seeing , tears run down my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-574621966957159419?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/574621966957159419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=574621966957159419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/574621966957159419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/574621966957159419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/message.html' title='Message'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3446534332959589735</id><published>2009-05-14T07:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:18:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waited</title><content type='html'>When i Was There , Everthing Was Cold , You Wernt There , My Face Began To Be Cold , I Waited For You On That Day , But You Never Came , So I Left you , But i Hope That YOur Happy Now , But Still You'd Send Me Love Notes , At Last I Changed My Mind , YOur Now Back To Being Mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3446534332959589735?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3446534332959589735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3446534332959589735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3446534332959589735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3446534332959589735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/waited.html' title='Waited'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3957946218433789921</id><published>2009-05-14T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:17:44.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss</title><content type='html'>i miss your mind&lt;br /&gt;i miss your heart&lt;br /&gt;i miss that weve have faded apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mind&lt;br /&gt;i miss my heart&lt;br /&gt;i miss that its not beating cause you've torn it apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3957946218433789921?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3448185590630124618</id><published>2009-05-06T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:28:07.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumbing</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have an alternative drug in your pain? If I were you I am going to visit http://www.newyorkplumber.biz. This website offers you a wide range of services. They offer plans like heating and conditioning services and repair works. &lt;a href="http://www.newyorkplumber.biz/"&gt;New York Plumbing&lt;/a&gt;  will help you to loosen your problem. In New York Plumbing, they can give you a 100% services that will guide you to have a solution in your problems. To give you a little information, this website is about all of medical services that will help you. This website is commonly use by different people that is in need of medical services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas on having the best plumbing services if you visit http://www.newyorkplumber.biz. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it http://www.mymedicaremedicaid.com/. The web site is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly arranged, you will just keep on browsing the neatly organize site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3448185590630124618?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3448185590630124618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3448185590630124618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3448185590630124618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3448185590630124618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/05/heating-and-conditioning.html' title='Plumbing'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6974838987919945437</id><published>2009-04-28T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:05:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep</title><content type='html'>I do not want this poem to go too deep.&lt;br /&gt;It's premature, and love's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;But there are things I feel the need to say&lt;br /&gt;Rather than more days of silence keep.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for you it's not too great a leap&lt;br /&gt;To hear me talking to you in this way.&lt;br /&gt;My fears sometimes my sentiments betray,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to put my thoughts to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we met I've thought of you&lt;br /&gt;As something more than just a passing friend.&lt;br /&gt;You seem so lovely, like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That haunts me with the wisp of something true.&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me still, and so I won't pretend:&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this that you might think of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6974838987919945437?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6974838987919945437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6974838987919945437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6974838987919945437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6974838987919945437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/deep.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7380416986621764849</id><published>2009-04-28T05:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:05:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure</title><content type='html'>How can I tell you what I feel for you?&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you my feelings twist inside&lt;br /&gt;As if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,&lt;br /&gt;And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Somehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;The wind that takes me where I want to go,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet incense that makes me feel so high&lt;br /&gt;That loving you seems all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,&lt;br /&gt;Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe it! Better I stay mute&lt;br /&gt;Than offer you cliches that make you gag.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I wish to tell you of my love,&lt;br /&gt;If only love its own locks would remove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7380416986621764849?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7380416986621764849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7380416986621764849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7380416986621764849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7380416986621764849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/cure.html' title='Cure'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-9034277800173053377</id><published>2009-04-28T05:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:04:44.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysanthemums</title><content type='html'>Chrysanthemums are clear in morning air.&lt;br /&gt;How can you see them now? The sun's asleep!&lt;br /&gt;All my words of love must bloom in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Day cannot come because I cannot speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-9034277800173053377?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/9034277800173053377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=9034277800173053377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/9034277800173053377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/9034277800173053377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/chrysanthemums.html' title='Chrysanthemums'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3427831353954550127</id><published>2009-04-28T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:04:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exultant</title><content type='html'>Beautiful eyes, beautiful face,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the eagle I must watch&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the beauty, wild and free,&lt;br /&gt;The mistress of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling through exultant air,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in pristine skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take you for my own&lt;br /&gt;Could I but have your wings,&lt;br /&gt;Could I but go where night begins&lt;br /&gt;And frozen sunlight sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I but have you for my love,&lt;br /&gt;How might we fly together!&lt;br /&gt;But I must watch you from below&lt;br /&gt;And long for you forever.&lt;br /&gt;But I must be the one below&lt;br /&gt;And long for you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3427831353954550127?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3427831353954550127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3427831353954550127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3427831353954550127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3427831353954550127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/exultant.html' title='Exultant'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8519814964328969414</id><published>2009-04-28T05:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:04:00.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding</title><content type='html'>Be gentle: What you're holding is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Remember in your honesty my pride.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to see me, please don't hide&lt;br /&gt;The truth, yet tell it with some art.&lt;br /&gt;Though you may not have asked for me to call,&lt;br /&gt;A single leap of hope must be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Not easily are shy songs sung out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I wait alone outside your wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8519814964328969414?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8519814964328969414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8519814964328969414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8519814964328969414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8519814964328969414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/holding.html' title='Holding'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3200499559310271060</id><published>2009-04-28T05:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:03:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200 miles</title><content type='html'>Your eyes won't let my thoughts go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Your words draw me across 2000 miles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you at all, and yet I know&lt;br /&gt;You better than my friends of many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I spent with you are like a tape&lt;br /&gt;I play, rewind, play, rewind, and play.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I remember something new,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though you touched me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you as the grass awaits the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Or as the morning sky awaits the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Although I look for you in every doorway,&lt;br /&gt;I find only the darkness in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3200499559310271060?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3200499559310271060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3200499559310271060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3200499559310271060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3200499559310271060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/200-miles.html' title='200 miles'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4646247151059484535</id><published>2009-04-28T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:03:22.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could</title><content type='html'>The roll books of the stars are kept&lt;br /&gt;In files atom-size,&lt;br /&gt;Yet just one glimpse of you or me&lt;br /&gt;Would fill up all the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;As you must be to you.&lt;br /&gt;How could we hope to understand&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will feel what we must feel&lt;br /&gt;And find some word to fit,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we look inside&lt;br /&gt;And see that isn't it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will think of you no matter&lt;br /&gt;What I'm thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it's much&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to call it love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4646247151059484535?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4646247151059484535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4646247151059484535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4646247151059484535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4646247151059484535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/could.html' title='Could'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-216542641601807165</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:14:01.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young</title><content type='html'>I have a friend with benefits,&lt;br /&gt;Whom off and on I see.&lt;br /&gt;While I use her to get my kicks,&lt;br /&gt;She also uses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not my girlfriend, just a friend&lt;br /&gt;With whom I have some sex.&lt;br /&gt;Too young to love, we play the game&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try out stuff from porno sites,&lt;br /&gt;Watching what we do&lt;br /&gt;As though we were on film, and someone&lt;br /&gt;Else was watching, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, somewhere even we&lt;br /&gt;Still know we yearn for love,&lt;br /&gt;And wait like withered stalks to feel&lt;br /&gt;That wind within us move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-216542641601807165?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/216542641601807165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=216542641601807165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/216542641601807165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/216542641601807165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/young.html' title='Young'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1266859287697240824</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:13:45.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seemed</title><content type='html'>I don't understand what happened to us&lt;br /&gt;Or why you have turned away.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you are free to do as you like,&lt;br /&gt;But first I have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it had seemed we could go on forever,&lt;br /&gt;So close were our hearts, and at ease,&lt;br /&gt;So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,&lt;br /&gt;So I thought as time did as it pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;Or am that is not to your taste,&lt;br /&gt;Or would be were I to return to your graces,&lt;br /&gt;Or won't be if I am replaced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that your friendship is something&lt;br /&gt;I treasure, and would not now end.&lt;br /&gt;If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,&lt;br /&gt;You'd find in me still a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1266859287697240824?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1266859287697240824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1266859287697240824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1266859287697240824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1266859287697240824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/seemed.html' title='Seemed'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2359783147141788704</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:13:31.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>I do not see you often with my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But often you are with me in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;We rarely speak, but there are deeper ties&lt;br /&gt;That keep us close while we must be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships don't depend on sights and sounds,&lt;br /&gt;But on the mysteries of need and grace.&lt;br /&gt;You're with me always, unrestrained by bounds,&lt;br /&gt;In some sweet field more permanent than place.&lt;br /&gt;And so your marriage is a widespread glory,&lt;br /&gt;Shining on a world of more than two.&lt;br /&gt;All the characters in your life story&lt;br /&gt;Share the happiness that's come to you.&lt;br /&gt;No love but must with all love intertwine:&lt;br /&gt;The joy between you two is also mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2359783147141788704?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2359783147141788704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2359783147141788704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2359783147141788704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2359783147141788704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2126723327435145911</id><published>2009-04-17T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:13:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>How little in me is not touched by you!&lt;br /&gt;A friendship is a light that fills the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Painting with its gold each darkened hue,&lt;br /&gt;Providing warmth to each sequestered part.&lt;br /&gt;You are the mirror of my better self,&lt;br /&gt;Verifier of the best in me,&lt;br /&gt;A bridge across the unsuspected gulf&lt;br /&gt;Lodged between what can and ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;Expectations can be wings, not bars,&lt;br /&gt;Necessary to sustain our flight.&lt;br /&gt;The faith of friends in us is wholly ours,&lt;br /&gt;Incoming to uplift us to its height.&lt;br /&gt;No soul can see itself, but must depend,&lt;br /&gt;Each on each, upon a trusted friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2126723327435145911?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2126723327435145911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2126723327435145911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2126723327435145911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2126723327435145911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6698176092311303199</id><published>2009-04-17T21:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:13:00.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>Here are festive flowers for your room,&lt;br /&gt;A spray of springtime on your bare night table:&lt;br /&gt;Placed upon a place within your view;&lt;br /&gt;Placed where best to light your harried heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yet my blossoms can't dispel your gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Even were they many times more able:&lt;br /&gt;All that gifts from loving friends can do&lt;br /&gt;Sings just one unaccompanied inner part.&lt;br /&gt;The music cannot come from aught but you,&lt;br /&gt;Evangelist beside the empty tomb&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing with all innocence and art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6698176092311303199?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6698176092311303199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6698176092311303199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6698176092311303199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6698176092311303199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1487503540679115947</id><published>2009-04-17T21:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:12:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>Graduation's reason to rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what lies beyond our ends.&lt;br /&gt;And so yours gives occasion to my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Delighting in the gift of being friends.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath your pleasure is my pride,&lt;br /&gt;As yours remains the rock on which I stand.&lt;br /&gt;The window through which I can see inside&lt;br /&gt;Is hung upon the mirror in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;One cannot be one without the other,&lt;br /&gt;Nor can we be ourselves without another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1487503540679115947?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1487503540679115947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1487503540679115947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1487503540679115947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1487503540679115947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7099512082670736677</id><published>2009-04-17T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:12:34.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, dear friend and graduate!&lt;br /&gt;Our golden time is over now,&lt;br /&gt;Our time of nothing more than time,&lt;br /&gt;Days of simply being friends.&lt;br /&gt;But I will always treasure how&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me slipped into mine,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing me where courage ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7099512082670736677?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7099512082670736677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7099512082670736677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7099512082670736677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7099512082670736677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5100222912878523542</id><published>2009-04-07T04:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:19:47.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit</title><content type='html'>There is in friendship just a bit of Eden,&lt;br /&gt;Harboring our early innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Acting out of pleasure in our pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Not calculating cost or recompense,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the abundance that we breed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship is a book that I may read in,&lt;br /&gt;Opening a truth I cannot measure&lt;br /&gt;Unless it be with signs or sacraments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5100222912878523542?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5100222912878523542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5100222912878523542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5100222912878523542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5100222912878523542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/bit.html' title='Bit'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5912704037142544076</id><published>2009-04-07T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:19:26.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>The happiness I feel at your achievements&lt;br /&gt;Reflects the happiness you feel at mine.&lt;br /&gt;Friends expand the pleasures of such moments,&lt;br /&gt;As mine in yours, and yours in mine, combine.&lt;br /&gt;The same when we look forward to our futures:&lt;br /&gt;So much more unfolds when there are two!&lt;br /&gt;Populating your proposed adventures&lt;br /&gt;Gives me a joy that mine must give to you.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through much, and will be through much more,&lt;br /&gt;But traveling together is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life and love may have in store,&lt;br /&gt;Two is always preferable to one.&lt;br /&gt;Your graduation thus becomes my pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness is mine, a double treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5912704037142544076?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5912704037142544076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5912704037142544076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5912704037142544076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5912704037142544076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7523159842957178171</id><published>2009-04-07T04:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:19:08.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a moment to remember&lt;br /&gt;How little we can do to move the stars.&lt;br /&gt;All we are and have we must surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Nor is Earth less inscrutable than Mars.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this, we know the need for friends&lt;br /&gt;Sharing both our pleasures and our pain,&lt;br /&gt;Giving, though it may not serve their ends,&lt;br /&gt;In joy the love that will our love sustain.&lt;br /&gt;Very much like water in a lake,&lt;br /&gt;In sum we serve as mirrors to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;No one alone can heaven's picture take.&lt;br /&gt;Given friends, we know the reason why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7523159842957178171?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7523159842957178171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7523159842957178171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7523159842957178171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7523159842957178171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6016158839845312823</id><published>2009-04-07T04:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:18:41.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn</title><content type='html'>Thank you for your friendship and your love.&lt;br /&gt;However life may turn, this gift will be&lt;br /&gt;A mountain that has made my river bend,&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it flow the same way to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you is something I'm made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years will not this part of me remove.&lt;br /&gt;One lives for just a brief eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding truths that never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6016158839845312823?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6016158839845312823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6016158839845312823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6016158839845312823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6016158839845312823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn.html' title='Turn'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4629538283243228781</id><published>2009-04-07T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:18:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Thank you for you: for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;However far away;&lt;br /&gt;And for the words you send to me,&lt;br /&gt;Near mad for what you say.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing simply that you're there,&lt;br /&gt;Yet thinking much of me,&lt;br /&gt;Opens up my happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Undone for all to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4629538283243228781?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4629538283243228781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4629538283243228781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4629538283243228781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4629538283243228781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4523168130451962959</id><published>2009-04-07T04:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:18:03.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister</title><content type='html'>Our friendship is as close as closest sisters,&lt;br /&gt;Two flutes with a single melody,&lt;br /&gt;Interchanging runs through changing vistas,&lt;br /&gt;Notes like birds alighting on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;To some, friends are like books upon a shelf;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you to me are like another self.&lt;br /&gt;This music will not stop for other misters,&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it pause for princes, real or elf.&lt;br /&gt;However life may wend, we will be we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4523168130451962959?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4523168130451962959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4523168130451962959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4523168130451962959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4523168130451962959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/sister.html' title='Sister'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-9148517761862087954</id><published>2009-04-07T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:17:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>Old and good friends share a piece&lt;br /&gt;Of passion, pain, and pleasure&lt;br /&gt;That no one else, no family can&lt;br /&gt;Begin to know or treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if a secret room&lt;br /&gt;Held their private store,&lt;br /&gt;And every time they met, they could&lt;br /&gt;Go through some special door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if they see&lt;br /&gt;Each other every day,&lt;br /&gt;Or years and years go by before&lt;br /&gt;They come and go away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that they meet it all&lt;br /&gt;Is there--the memories of&lt;br /&gt;Fierce loyalty and times of need&lt;br /&gt;And gratitude and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-9148517761862087954?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/9148517761862087954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=9148517761862087954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/9148517761862087954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/9148517761862087954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6792756616607314203</id><published>2009-03-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:04:20.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have a real state property for a low prices? if I were you I will visit &lt;a href="http://www.encuentra24.com/real-estate-costa_rica-en.html"&gt;Costa Rica Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;. This Costa Rica Real Estate offers a lot of knowledge that all Real Estate buyers must know. They have plenty of service to offer about a real estate that is for sale. Costa Rica Real Estate is on of the most trusted Real Estate seller as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica Real Estate are one of the best real estate that you can see as of today. They offer different kinds of property that is for sale. in that case, many people, or buyers of real state will stick to Costa Rica Real Estate. &lt;a href="http://www.encuentra24.com/real-estate-costa_rica-en.html"&gt;Encuentra24.com&lt;/a&gt; are the list of different real estate that you can have for your viewing and for choosing the best real estate you like. &lt;a href="http://www.encuentra24.com/clasificados-page-s464_0-costa_rica-492-en.html"&gt;Costa Rica Vacation Rentals&lt;/a&gt; are also available in the site. You can choose whether you want to go in different place for your vacation. This website offers lots of vacation rentals that people can use for their happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas on having the best Real Estate by visiting Costa Rica Real Estate website. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it http://www.encuentra24.com/real-estate-costa_rica-en.html. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly arranged, you will just keep on browsing the neatly organize site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6792756616607314203?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6792756616607314203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6792756616607314203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6792756616607314203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6792756616607314203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/estate.html' title='Estate'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1690092979570605787</id><published>2009-03-27T09:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:59.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skies</title><content type='html'>I want to make you smile as you make me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you saw my thoughts right through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me what I'm thinking. I can't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You are the stars, and I the empty skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me there is a yearning ever flowing&lt;br /&gt;That needs to reach an end that never comes.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be myself without you with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is a truth no wisdom ever plumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh, and say that I'm your personal angel,&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I want so much to be.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of my life is like a passion&lt;br /&gt;That blows right through the person that you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1690092979570605787?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1690092979570605787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1690092979570605787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1690092979570605787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1690092979570605787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/skies.html' title='Skies'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8211878351258377615</id><published>2009-03-27T09:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might</title><content type='html'>I want to help you fly,&lt;br /&gt;But not away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I want what's best for you,&lt;br /&gt;But fear what that might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no paradox&lt;br /&gt;More difficult than this:&lt;br /&gt;That I would die for you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet not give up your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not mind my madness;&lt;br /&gt;Fly bravely, if you must:&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you, happy in your joy,&lt;br /&gt;And teach my heart to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8211878351258377615?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8211878351258377615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8211878351258377615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8211878351258377615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8211878351258377615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/might.html' title='Might'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1035303991210985684</id><published>2009-03-27T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard</title><content type='html'>I used to doubt you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;When love was bright and blue.&lt;br /&gt;We ran like puppies through a field,&lt;br /&gt;But this I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both said we were friends for life,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what it meant,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to go through hell&lt;br /&gt;And not somehow repent;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing love was something hard,&lt;br /&gt;Like stone against the wind,&lt;br /&gt;And life itself might be a prize&lt;br /&gt;The heart would leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know the depth of love,&lt;br /&gt;And it was worth the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Though not for love nor life would I&lt;br /&gt;Go through that hell again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1035303991210985684?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1035303991210985684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1035303991210985684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1035303991210985684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1035303991210985684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/hard.html' title='Hard'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6505352755341893071</id><published>2009-03-27T09:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:08:05.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognize</title><content type='html'>I thought I must give up on life&lt;br /&gt;And turn into a stone;&lt;br /&gt;The desert wind quite suited me:&lt;br /&gt;No heart, no mind--just bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be dumb to try&lt;br /&gt;To want something again;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting turns to need, and then&lt;br /&gt;Transmogrifies to pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at people still in love&lt;br /&gt;Who trusted someone's word;&lt;br /&gt;To make my happiness depend&lt;br /&gt;On faith seemed quite absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay alone and wonder-struck,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Still numb, still dumb, still ice, ice cold,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you came and shone upon&lt;br /&gt;My meadow full of snow,&lt;br /&gt;And saw the flowers only love&lt;br /&gt;Could recognize and grow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And made me feel so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I shed my cold, cold skin,&lt;br /&gt;And opened up my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;And, fearful, let you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my dear, I am in love,&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;I know the worst of all the world,&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6505352755341893071?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6505352755341893071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6505352755341893071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6505352755341893071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6505352755341893071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/recognize.html' title='Recognize'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1152680001232604710</id><published>2009-03-27T09:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:07:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea</title><content type='html'>I promise you my innocence&lt;br /&gt;When fire fills the sky,&lt;br /&gt;When the sun erupts in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;And fading furies die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill your life with love,&lt;br /&gt;So full you want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;And make myself your land and sea,&lt;br /&gt;Your mirror and your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my happiness upon&lt;br /&gt;The pillow of your sigh;&lt;br /&gt;Your joy, your love, your need of me&lt;br /&gt;Is where my angels lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1152680001232604710?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1152680001232604710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1152680001232604710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1152680001232604710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1152680001232604710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea.html' title='Sea'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5337694734104011329</id><published>2009-03-27T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:07:31.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant</title><content type='html'>I never wanted to invade&lt;br /&gt;The forest of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to plant myself&lt;br /&gt;Beyond where I might end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there it was--I wandered in--&lt;br /&gt;And seized a wild field,&lt;br /&gt;And turned its berries into corn,&lt;br /&gt;And took what it would yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, we would often walk&lt;br /&gt;Out to the boundary line,&lt;br /&gt;And picnic where the fence once stood&lt;br /&gt;That marked off what was mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5337694734104011329?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5337694734104011329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5337694734104011329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5337694734104011329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5337694734104011329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/plant.html' title='Plant'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4182304361487817847</id><published>2009-03-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:07:12.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought someday, of course, I'd fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;But what it felt like, I just never knew;&lt;br /&gt;I'd no idea what I was thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;And then, somewhere between my need and pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Walking neither overjoyed nor sad,&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my heart and saw a treasure&lt;br /&gt;Worth more than anything I'd ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! This is love! I thought. And then I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To give my life to see your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, from nowhere, I was haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Needy, joyful, tearful, glad, obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has brought me out of me.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty in your heart has set me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4182304361487817847?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4182304361487817847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4182304361487817847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4182304361487817847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4182304361487817847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6033159113967472207</id><published>2009-03-07T08:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:31:07.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I feel as though my heart lay bleeding&lt;br /&gt;On a countertop.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is like a flooded scream&lt;br /&gt;That cannot, will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live, I cannot breathe;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is all I do.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think how I can be&lt;br /&gt;Long living without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, God! I want you back so bad&lt;br /&gt;That I would gladly die&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;And not care how or why;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;And tell you of my love,&lt;br /&gt;And then go gladly back to dust&lt;br /&gt;Should I your heart not move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6033159113967472207?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6033159113967472207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6033159113967472207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6033159113967472207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6033159113967472207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8229784197000779509</id><published>2009-03-07T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:30:46.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserts</title><content type='html'>I guess you just don't know how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think you know and just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny provides one's just deserts&lt;br /&gt;By turning out one just as would be fair.&lt;br /&gt;Just as a child learns to its delight&lt;br /&gt;That lying sets one fabulously free,&lt;br /&gt;So you say "love" to get the rapture right,&lt;br /&gt;Getting so the most you can from me.&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, you tire of your pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;As those who seek but pleasure often do,&lt;br /&gt;And sacrifice by far the greater treasure&lt;br /&gt;Upon the altar where you worship you.&lt;br /&gt;Justice would demand you be the fool,&lt;br /&gt;But you are far more ignorant than cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8229784197000779509?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8229784197000779509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8229784197000779509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8229784197000779509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8229784197000779509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/deserts.html' title='Deserts'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1633126498462529007</id><published>2009-03-07T08:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:30:11.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price</title><content type='html'>I know I didn't do so well&lt;br /&gt;The little time I had.&lt;br /&gt;But though I've lost my only dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first real date for me,&lt;br /&gt;And I made my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But though I've paid a bitter price,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is a love like mine&lt;br /&gt;Worth to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Other guys might know the ropes,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you would be a little&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, too, like me?&lt;br /&gt;And go for it just one more time,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm . . . well, you already know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1633126498462529007?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1633126498462529007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1633126498462529007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1633126498462529007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1633126498462529007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/price.html' title='Price'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5011787982412890500</id><published>2009-03-07T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:29:50.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>I loved you, but I could not wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my choice, but you would not make yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some delays, a year’s as good as never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what is lost no change of heart restores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you still, but cannot think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the bitter longing of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, too, will pass, I know, and time renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence one needs to love, and yet . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my once, that never comes again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happiness untouched by any past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever love comes next comes with the stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing well this love might well not last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my love! I hope someday you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripe for the love you could have had from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5011787982412890500?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5011787982412890500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5011787982412890500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5011787982412890500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5011787982412890500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3427367654821791796</id><published>2009-03-07T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:28:18.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue</title><content type='html'>I must accept but can't what cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;I see you and my heart dissolves in pain.&lt;br /&gt;You are not dead, but you are dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our love's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;I rummage through our empty past in vain.&lt;br /&gt;I must accept but can't what cannot be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone else now shares your off-hand "we,"&lt;br /&gt;Now feels your tender tongue all feeling drain . . .&lt;br /&gt;You are not dead, but you are dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lay aside my agony:&lt;br /&gt;Again, again I play the same refrain.&lt;br /&gt;I must accept but can't what cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know this tortured ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Is just my way of holding you again.&lt;br /&gt;You are not dead, but you are dead to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I cannot bear to set you free,&lt;br /&gt;That of our love some remnant might remain.&lt;br /&gt;I must accept but can't what cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;You are not dead, but you are dead to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3427367654821791796?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3427367654821791796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3427367654821791796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3427367654821791796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3427367654821791796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/tongue.html' title='Tongue'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-400993186913302567</id><published>2009-03-07T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:27:59.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I want you back now that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's a pit no love can fill.&lt;br /&gt;I stumble through my days of stone&lt;br /&gt;Bereft of joy, bereft of will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not tell myself I loved&lt;br /&gt;You as I did for fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Far easier not to be moved,&lt;br /&gt;Than moved to love, and hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid! I loved anyway,&lt;br /&gt;And now the blame is all my own.&lt;br /&gt;Please rescue me, this torture stay,&lt;br /&gt;And for my sin I will atone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-400993186913302567?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/400993186913302567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=400993186913302567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/400993186913302567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/400993186913302567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7271688515505560589</id><published>2009-03-07T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:27:37.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still</title><content type='html'>In leaving you, I turned away from passion&lt;br /&gt;So that my conscience still might spare my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Though paradise has never been my fashion,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand your pain now we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not leave when it is bid farewell,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to wave one last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Love stays, though vow and circumstance compel&lt;br /&gt;One to ignore its unrepentant cry.&lt;br /&gt;Vases hold the loveliest of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Even as they open, bloom, and fade;&lt;br /&gt;You and I must hold our sweetest hours,&lt;br /&gt;Of hope and need and fierce, fierce pleasure made,&lt;br /&gt;Until they vanish in the darkening shade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7271688515505560589?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7271688515505560589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7271688515505560589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7271688515505560589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7271688515505560589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-still.html' title='I Still'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-158487608621118431</id><published>2009-03-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:10:45.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop</title><content type='html'>Do you want to buy have an appliances that is suitable to your home? If I were you I am going to visit this site, http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+Theater. This website offers a lot of appliances that will enlighten your house. &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+Theater"&gt;Theater appliances&lt;/a&gt; are available in this site and you can buy them in a low price. Their product is really amazing in terms of quality and durability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people nowadays are looking for a quality and long lasting appliances. Shop wiki is now offering your wants. It is better to take an opportunity now to be inline with the modern things that we have today. &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/search/LCD+Televisions"&gt;LCD televisions&lt;/a&gt; are also available here in low price. You can have your product you've wanted here. If you want to build a theater room in your house, buy a &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/search/Home+Theater+Systems"&gt;theater system&lt;/a&gt; at shop wiki and the entertainment is yours. You can test the durability and quality of your product if you buy at shop wiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best appliances if you visit the shop wiki website. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here: http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Home+Theater. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly, you can have your solutions on your problems here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-158487608621118431?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/158487608621118431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=158487608621118431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/158487608621118431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/158487608621118431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/03/shop.html' title='Shop'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6506419423313403156</id><published>2009-02-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:47:16.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have an idea on how to avoid different problems in loaning? If I were you I am going to visit adjustmyloan.com. This website specializes in different kinds of loan involvement. This website will surely be helpful to many people that is having a loan problems. The website adjustmyloan.com have many &lt;a href="http://www.adjustmyloan.com"&gt;loan modification&lt;/a&gt; expert so there is nothing to worry about. Arizona loan modification is one of the best company nowadays in terms of loan involvement. They are really the one that people need for a,to gain loaning ideas. Many &lt;a href="http://www.adjustmyloan.com"&gt;loan modification&lt;/a&gt; specialist are in this company, attorney, mortgage specialist and many more experts. Many people today are getting involve in different kinds of loaning company. This &lt;a href="http://www.adjustmyloan.com"&gt;Arizona loan modification&lt;/a&gt; company are one of the best loan company that we can have today. So what are you waiting for visit the site and have their great services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best loan website company www.adjustmyloan.com. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here: www.adjustmyloan.com. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly, you can have your solutions on your problems here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6506419423313403156?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6506419423313403156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6506419423313403156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6506419423313403156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6506419423313403156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4407862140899395981</id><published>2009-02-20T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:44:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>After you leave, I will become a tree&lt;br /&gt;Alone on a hillside, loving wind and sun,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to return home to me&lt;br /&gt;Though centuries of lonely stars may run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll grow tall and give lots of shade,&lt;br /&gt;Sheltering birds and other bright-eyed things.&lt;br /&gt;Pleased with all the progress that I've made,&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my leafy branches out like wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh! Every moment of every day&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you with the passion of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing endlessly upon the way&lt;br /&gt;That without you must empty, empty wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4407862140899395981?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4407862140899395981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4407862140899395981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4407862140899395981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4407862140899395981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7194299213849249196</id><published>2009-02-20T06:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:44:18.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>After love and fear, there's pride;&lt;br /&gt;After tears, the night;&lt;br /&gt;After all the words are gone,&lt;br /&gt;A chair with just one light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After memories, the dream&lt;br /&gt;That you will come home safe;&lt;br /&gt;After sleep, another day&lt;br /&gt;Of waiting for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hope, the happiness&lt;br /&gt;Of thinking of your love;&lt;br /&gt;After moments of despair,&lt;br /&gt;A stone no thought can move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;The hunger and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;The passions and the promises,&lt;br /&gt;The losses and the gains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;Which waits upon the wind&lt;br /&gt;To bring you from the barricades&lt;br /&gt;That now you must defend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7194299213849249196?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7194299213849249196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7194299213849249196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7194299213849249196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7194299213849249196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7324080071001910050</id><published>2009-02-20T06:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:43:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Though I broke my promise and your trust,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you remains as strong as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I know it must mean little to swear never&lt;br /&gt;Again to break my word, and yet I must.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do? Your fury's just,&lt;br /&gt;But all my world will darken if you sever&lt;br /&gt;My heart from yours. Please wait, and I'll endeavor&lt;br /&gt;To blow new life into this mound of dust.&lt;br /&gt;All that you require of me I'll do&lt;br /&gt;And more, if what you ask leaves room for more.&lt;br /&gt;Thus time will heal this wound and leave no scar.&lt;br /&gt;Since I now know the pain of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours more than I could before,&lt;br /&gt;And you will see what my true feelings are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7324080071001910050?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7324080071001910050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7324080071001910050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7324080071001910050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7324080071001910050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4908437157225993817</id><published>2009-02-20T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:43:29.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being a jealous cow&lt;br /&gt;And not trusting you.&lt;br /&gt;Love should have moved me to believe&lt;br /&gt;That what you said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I love you, I respect&lt;br /&gt;Your being and your word.&lt;br /&gt;To love someone and live in fear&lt;br /&gt;I see now is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love it was that made me fear,&lt;br /&gt;A narrow, winding love&lt;br /&gt;That twists itself around itself&lt;br /&gt;To chain what it can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love of desperate need, not joy,&lt;br /&gt;Of codicils, not song.&lt;br /&gt;A love that grasps instead of gives,&lt;br /&gt;Most weak when it's most strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive my lack of trust;&lt;br /&gt;I know much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Love's parody will not again&lt;br /&gt;Make me a jealous cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4908437157225993817?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4908437157225993817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4908437157225993817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4908437157225993817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4908437157225993817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/cow.html' title='Cow'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6007971320298089720</id><published>2009-02-20T06:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:43:09.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I disappointed you&lt;br /&gt;And did what I had promised I would not.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes can often teach someone a lot,&lt;br /&gt;So please give me a chance before we're through.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the punishment for my disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;Regret at losing you has hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;Recall, I beg of you, this tearful ghost,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to return to your good grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6007971320298089720?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6007971320298089720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6007971320298089720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6007971320298089720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6007971320298089720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6363326113108978579</id><published>2009-02-20T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:42:43.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>I know I must have hurt you, caused you pain.&lt;br /&gt;More, I know that I have lost your trust.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had that moment back again&lt;br /&gt;To pulverize my carelessness and lust.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to lose what we most cherish&lt;br /&gt;To understand how much we are in need.&lt;br /&gt;We play with life until we nearly perish&lt;br /&gt;To dare the darkness, though within we bleed.&lt;br /&gt;I need you as the sun must have a rose&lt;br /&gt;To turn its empty radiance to glory,&lt;br /&gt;Or as a nation needs someone who knows&lt;br /&gt;The secrets of its long-forgotten story.&lt;br /&gt;I know my need of you more than before;&lt;br /&gt;Thus for my trespass you may trust me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6363326113108978579?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6363326113108978579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6363326113108978579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6363326113108978579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6363326113108978579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6975835690532981048</id><published>2009-02-20T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:42:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unabated</title><content type='html'>After five months of unabated love,&lt;br /&gt;Do I recall my former life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Abysses open, no matter where I move;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is now my only home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6975835690532981048?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6975835690532981048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6975835690532981048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6975835690532981048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6975835690532981048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/unabated.html' title='unabated'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5848195783283968164</id><published>2009-02-13T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:03:06.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have a very effective eyeglasses but in low price? If I were you I am going to visit the Zenny Optical website. In this site, you can get a &lt;a href="http://www.zennioptical.com"&gt;prescription eyeglasses for only $8!&lt;/a&gt; This website offers a lot of services that you can really use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true that we can see &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/23/health/policy/23patient.html"&gt;Zenni Optical in the New York Times?!&lt;/a&gt; Yes it is true, if you want to see an evidence, you can visit the website and look for it. And I can assure you that you can experience &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/23/health/policy/23patient.html"&gt;seeing straight without breaking bank&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best eye glasses if you visit the Zenni Optical website. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here: http://www.zennioptical.com/. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly, you can have your solutions on your problems here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5848195783283968164?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5848195783283968164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5848195783283968164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5848195783283968164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5848195783283968164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/02/see.html' title='See'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4726896108485010500</id><published>2009-01-31T09:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:07:32.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning</title><content type='html'>I found a love that I know is true&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I had never known&lt;br /&gt;The way it takes away my blues&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow of feelings are now shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Even when things are not just right&lt;br /&gt;Making the best of all that can be&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling my heart take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love that will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Souls are bound with passion's fire&lt;br /&gt;To be able to live without it, never&lt;br /&gt;As it has fulfilled my every desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a love and it's name is you&lt;br /&gt;Your name is love, all it's meaning&lt;br /&gt;I know this because of what you do&lt;br /&gt;As well as the way I have been feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4726896108485010500?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4726896108485010500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4726896108485010500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4726896108485010500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4726896108485010500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning.html' title='Meaning'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7314835128098976821</id><published>2009-01-31T09:06:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:07:05.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>As my mind wanders to thoughts of love&lt;br /&gt;It is always you I am thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes so dark, so very fine&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder how you became mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair so dark, so long down to your waist&lt;br /&gt;Lips so sweet, such a wonderful taste,&lt;br /&gt;You feel so soft when you are in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Melting my heart with all of your charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel the current, so intense, sublime&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are very sweet and fine,&lt;br /&gt;Making love with you is more than heaven&lt;br /&gt;To know you love me, a blessing given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you make my heart beat faster&lt;br /&gt;To ever lose you would be such disaster,&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you now my dear&lt;br /&gt;As you are the one for me, is so very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen to the words I write for you&lt;br /&gt;All that you ever say to me, as well as do&lt;br /&gt;Makes it clear you are my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you could never become old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7314835128098976821?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7314835128098976821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7314835128098976821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7314835128098976821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7314835128098976821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-5257938194807963504</id><published>2009-01-31T09:06:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:06:47.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>It is the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;With that twinkle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;It is the way your smile is seen&lt;br /&gt;That makes my heart seem to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the words of love you share&lt;br /&gt;Even the times I am in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's the way you show you care&lt;br /&gt;Making me know that I do belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The private jokes only we do get&lt;br /&gt;A wink to me I don't really see&lt;br /&gt;Love and friendship never to forge&lt;br /&gt;Making me all that I can truly be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These love notes I write to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;Without you I do not know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;To you I give my love so free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-5257938194807963504?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/5257938194807963504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=5257938194807963504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5257938194807963504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/5257938194807963504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-953721196716992366</id><published>2009-01-31T09:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:06:32.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><content type='html'>Once in a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;Some one you meet&lt;br /&gt;Will steal your heart away,&lt;br /&gt;Sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that love is shared,&lt;br /&gt;Stays fresh and strong&lt;br /&gt;It will keep lasting&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of such a love&lt;br /&gt;Many memories we have made&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams have come true&lt;br /&gt;The love has still stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tested and tried&lt;br /&gt;But bounced back every time&lt;br /&gt;Because it's true love&lt;br /&gt;My husband's and mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-953721196716992366?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/953721196716992366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=953721196716992366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/953721196716992366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/953721196716992366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/mine.html' title='Mine'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1723195744114917261</id><published>2009-01-31T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:06:15.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Above</title><content type='html'>When thinking of our love&lt;br /&gt;A feeling oh so grand&lt;br /&gt;So light you do become&lt;br /&gt;Like an angel in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been there for me&lt;br /&gt;No matter right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;You have been the light to see&lt;br /&gt;The path we travel along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love has never faltered&lt;br /&gt;With me through thick or thin&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings we never altered&lt;br /&gt;From when we did begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel in my hand you've been&lt;br /&gt;Filling my life with your love&lt;br /&gt;A wonder felt but rarely seen&lt;br /&gt;Sent to me by God from above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1723195744114917261?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1723195744114917261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=1723195744114917261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1723195744114917261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/1723195744114917261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/above.html' title='Above'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-823898686985386695</id><published>2009-01-31T09:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:05:59.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips</title><content type='html'>My precious love is a gift you have given to me&lt;br /&gt;You know who I am and all I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my heart, my soul is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I feel, I hear you when you sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious love is a gift from God above&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand, I, with you, can stand&lt;br /&gt;I see a golden light, you are with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of your lips, they bring me such bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious love is a gift of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Dreams do come true, we are so in love, us too&lt;br /&gt;When I see a falling star, my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;You see me as I am, it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me withstands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious love is a gift of souls uniting to live&lt;br /&gt;You love as a blind man, who hears with his heart&lt;br /&gt;Never before knowing such beauty, a soul set apart&lt;br /&gt;The glory and the purity, love has been there on it's own&lt;br /&gt;In the precious gift of life, it never takes too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-823898686985386695?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/823898686985386695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=823898686985386695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/823898686985386695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/823898686985386695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/lips.html' title='Lips'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2723754520292871735</id><published>2009-01-31T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:05:42.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near</title><content type='html'>Do you love me when the stars are out&lt;br /&gt;Can you see where I am&lt;br /&gt;The brightest star tonight&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when you see the moon&lt;br /&gt;As the world turns, can you reach out and touch me&lt;br /&gt;Is my hair soft and golden,&lt;br /&gt;Are my eyes close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when the sun shines on a flower&lt;br /&gt;Can you smell the grass and trees&lt;br /&gt;Is that where you will find me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be all of yours&lt;br /&gt;Will you look at a butterfly and know I have passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when you see a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart beating in time or space&lt;br /&gt;Will you come to me if I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see you as I read many books to learn&lt;br /&gt;My soul is calling yours, will you answer&lt;br /&gt;You speak in every language&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in the distance&lt;br /&gt;I see you everywhere I turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me when I am walking near the ocean&lt;br /&gt;As the seagulls sing above&lt;br /&gt;And the sky reminds me of the blue in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;And when you do, we will be as one&lt;br /&gt;I have an unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;Which I would like you to share&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my heart loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end is near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2723754520292871735?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2723754520292871735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2723754520292871735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2723754520292871735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2723754520292871735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/near.html' title='Near'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4351748637997899479</id><published>2009-01-21T04:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:55:36.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane</title><content type='html'>There's no hurricane&lt;br /&gt;As vicious as my love.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;I'll rip off your roof&lt;br /&gt;And scatter your undies all over town.&lt;br /&gt;You'll pay for it&lt;br /&gt;For years.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;It'll be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4351748637997899479?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4351748637997899479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4351748637997899479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4351748637997899479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4351748637997899479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurricane.html' title='hurricane'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3399936586176430983</id><published>2009-01-21T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:55:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third</title><content type='html'>This is the third time we have tried this love,&lt;br /&gt;And this will be the time that it will last.&lt;br /&gt;Our back and forth is buried in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Now will never end, as time will prove.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned through all the fights and separations&lt;br /&gt;That happiness depends on having you.&lt;br /&gt;It took some time to see that this was true,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all other dreams and speculations.&lt;br /&gt;But now it is the rock on which I stand.&lt;br /&gt;I know it, and the knowledge brings me peace.&lt;br /&gt;I need no space for rambling or release.&lt;br /&gt;All I am I put into your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Love me well, for I'm completely yours.&lt;br /&gt;The way is clear; I have no other doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3399936586176430983?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3399936586176430983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3399936586176430983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3399936586176430983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3399936586176430983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/third.html' title='Third'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2595221292808568494</id><published>2009-01-21T04:54:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:55:04.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>This isn't love, not quite, though we will see.&lt;br /&gt;I like you more than any I have yet.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is this relationship will get&lt;br /&gt;To last as long as it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I want from you what you would want from me:&lt;br /&gt;Affection, pleasure, mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;I have no great investment to protect,&lt;br /&gt;Nor longing to be spoken for or free.&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is just the hint of some deep motion&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the rock, some movement of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;That tells me there is far much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;Although I walk quite well on my emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Some part of me somewhere is giving birth&lt;br /&gt;To feelings that may rip me from my womb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2595221292808568494?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2595221292808568494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2595221292808568494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2595221292808568494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2595221292808568494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2704237985773677562</id><published>2009-01-21T04:54:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:54:49.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>This will not work if you don't want to try.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to love except to choose.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go through people as through shoes:&lt;br /&gt;With each love lost a bit of you must die.&lt;br /&gt;We are all yours, the three of us, and I&lt;br /&gt;Still love you though I know that I may lose.&lt;br /&gt;My love is there to answer or refuse;&lt;br /&gt;I wait upon your definite reply.&lt;br /&gt;Do not say yes for any sake but yours,&lt;br /&gt;Nor sacrifice your happiness for duty,&lt;br /&gt;Nor swim against the current of your will.&lt;br /&gt;But you will find abundance on these shores,&lt;br /&gt;And in your love a more abiding beauty&lt;br /&gt;Than any that might barren hunger still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2704237985773677562?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2704237985773677562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2704237985773677562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2704237985773677562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2704237985773677562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4209371677966711153</id><published>2009-01-21T04:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:54:36.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>To say you are my world means:&lt;br /&gt;That when I look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;And when I pause alone at the window&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hands on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means:&lt;br /&gt;That the beauty of a garden&lt;br /&gt;Is half in the words I think to you;&lt;br /&gt;That winter is my fear of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;And that spring is the hope I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means:&lt;br /&gt;That I have taken the risk of wrapping my life&lt;br /&gt;So completely around yours&lt;br /&gt;That the beauty of a late summer evening is&lt;br /&gt;Inseparable from the beauty of our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4209371677966711153?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4209371677966711153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4209371677966711153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4209371677966711153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4209371677966711153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6812631050564911856</id><published>2009-01-21T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:54:22.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>Value me for what I give you;&lt;br /&gt;All the rest hold in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Life does not fulfill our wishes;&lt;br /&gt;Even lifelong lovers part.&lt;br /&gt;Now let yourself be lulled by kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Take from the moment all that's due;&lt;br /&gt;Inter within what your heart misses,&lt;br /&gt;Nor let what's false destroy what's true.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying love requires art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6812631050564911856?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6812631050564911856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6812631050564911856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6812631050564911856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6812631050564911856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-1114808586738538902</id><published>2009-01-21T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:54:04.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive</title><content type='html'>We drive a tractor/trailer unit&lt;br /&gt;Spinning down the pike.&lt;br /&gt;That way we can find the time&lt;br /&gt;To make love when we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep, I drive, I sleep, you drive,&lt;br /&gt;But then we stop awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And when we get back on the road,&lt;br /&gt;We share the same soft smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that such togetherness&lt;br /&gt;Is living behind bars,&lt;br /&gt;Never free to let yourself&lt;br /&gt;Expand out to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being on the road with you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want from life.&lt;br /&gt;There is a universe inside&lt;br /&gt;A husband and a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a universe so rich&lt;br /&gt;That should all heaven move&lt;br /&gt;Across the way on eighteen wheels,&lt;br /&gt;I'd much prefer our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-1114808586738538902?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/1114808586738538902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8736426324039321942</id><published>2009-01-19T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:35:50.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket</title><content type='html'>Do you want to watch a show with a quality performances? If I were you I am going to visit the ACheapseat.com website. This website offers a lot of services that you want to have. ACheapseat.com is a professional tiket brooker that will allow you to have the cheapest tiket that you can have. This website have an access at different Madison Square Garden Events, it means that if you visit ACheapseat.com website, you can have your &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/venue/madison_square_garden_tickets.html"&gt;Madison Square Garden tickets&lt;/a&gt;. The website offers a lot of services regarding about cheap tickets that you can have. &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/high_school_musical_tickets.html"&gt;High School Musical Tickets&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/venue/giants_stadium_tickets.html"&gt;Giants Stadium Tickets&lt;/a&gt; are also available in ACheapseat.com website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best ticket's that you want if you visit ACheapseat.com. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here: http://www.acheapseat.com/venue/madison_square_garden_tickets.html. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly you can have your solutions in your ticket problems here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8736426324039321942?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8736426324039321942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8736426324039321942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8736426324039321942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8736426324039321942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/ticket.html' title='Ticket'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-231059650874469488</id><published>2009-01-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:48:06.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have a great &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html"&gt;whitehall mailboxes&lt;/a&gt; in front of your house? If I were you I am going to visit the &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html"&gt;whitehall Mailbox&lt;/a&gt; website. This website is indeed rich of good product regarding about mailboxes. White Hall Mailboxes are the best mailboxes that you can have today. The quality of their mailboxes are different from the other mailboxes that is being offered in the market. Different styles, color and design of mailboxes can be seen on White Hall Mailboxes website. There are lots of services and different products of mailboxes that they can offer to you. &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html"&gt;Whitehall Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html"&gt;Custom Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html"&gt;Personalized Mailboxes&lt;/a&gt; are available on the site. You just simply need to visit the website to view all of the mailboxes product that you want to put in front of your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best Mailboxes if you visit the White Hall Mailboxes website. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here: http://www.mailboxixchange.com/Whitehall-Mailboxes-p-1-m-1.html. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly you can have your solutions in your mailbox problems here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-231059650874469488?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/231059650874469488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=231059650874469488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/231059650874469488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/231059650874469488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/mail.html' title='Mail'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2837636011991575164</id><published>2009-01-04T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:46:27.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way</title><content type='html'>I do not want this poem to go too deep.&lt;br /&gt;It's premature, and love's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;But there are things I feel the need to say&lt;br /&gt;Rather than more days of silence keep.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for you it's not too great a leap&lt;br /&gt;To hear me talking to you in this way.&lt;br /&gt;My fears sometimes my sentiments betray,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to put my thoughts to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we met I've thought of you&lt;br /&gt;As something more than just a passing friend.&lt;br /&gt;You seem so lovely, like a melody&lt;br /&gt;That haunts me with the wisp of something true.&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me still, and so I won't pretend:&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this that you might think of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2837636011991575164?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2837636011991575164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2837636011991575164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2837636011991575164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2837636011991575164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/way.html' title='Way'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2824854047796492592</id><published>2009-01-04T06:45:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:46:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reached</title><content type='html'>How can I tell you what I feel for you?&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you my feelings twist inside&lt;br /&gt;As if someone's fist reached in and grabbed a few,&lt;br /&gt;And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I've tried&lt;br /&gt;Somehow to say: You're the sun in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;The wind that takes me where I want to go,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet incense that makes me feel so high&lt;br /&gt;That loving you seems all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,&lt;br /&gt;Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe it! Better I stay mute&lt;br /&gt;Than offer you cliches that make you gag.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I wish to tell you of my love,&lt;br /&gt;If only love its own locks would remove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2824854047796492592?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2824854047796492592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2824854047796492592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2824854047796492592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2824854047796492592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/reached.html' title='Reached'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2519311282092969398</id><published>2009-01-04T06:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:45:46.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysanthemums</title><content type='html'>Chrysanthemums are clear in morning air.&lt;br /&gt;How can you see them now? The sun's asleep!&lt;br /&gt;All my words of love must bloom in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Day cannot come because I cannot speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2519311282092969398?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2519311282092969398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2519311282092969398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2519311282092969398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2519311282092969398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/chrysanthemums.html' title='Chrysanthemums'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8669218057735578895</id><published>2009-01-04T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:45:25.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Beautiful eyes, beautiful face,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the eagle I must watch&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the beauty, wild and free,&lt;br /&gt;The mistress of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling through exultant air,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in pristine skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take you for my own&lt;br /&gt;Could I but have your wings,&lt;br /&gt;Could I but go where night begins&lt;br /&gt;And frozen sunlight sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I but have you for my love,&lt;br /&gt;How might we fly together!&lt;br /&gt;But I must watch you from below&lt;br /&gt;And long for you forever.&lt;br /&gt;But I must be the one below&lt;br /&gt;And long for you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8669218057735578895?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8669218057735578895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8669218057735578895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8669218057735578895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8669218057735578895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6477752983106265398</id><published>2009-01-04T06:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:44:50.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding</title><content type='html'>Be gentle: What you're holding is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Remember in your honesty my pride.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to see me, please don't hide&lt;br /&gt;The truth, yet tell it with some art.&lt;br /&gt;Though you may not have asked for me to call,&lt;br /&gt;A single leap of hope must be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Not easily are shy songs sung out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I wait alone outside your wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6477752983106265398?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6477752983106265398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6477752983106265398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6477752983106265398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6477752983106265398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/holding.html' title='Holding'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6207434717010120643</id><published>2009-01-04T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:44:22.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>Your eyes won't let my thoughts go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Your words draw me across 2000 miles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you at all, and yet I know&lt;br /&gt;You better than my friends of many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I spent with you are like a tape&lt;br /&gt;I play, rewind, play, rewind, and play.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I remember something new,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though you touched me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you as the grass awaits the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Or as the morning sky awaits the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Although I look for you in every doorway,&lt;br /&gt;I find only the darkness in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6207434717010120643?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6207434717010120643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6207434717010120643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6207434717010120643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6207434717010120643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4793342798898202893</id><published>2009-01-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:44:04.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rool</title><content type='html'>The roll books of the stars are kept&lt;br /&gt;In files atom-size,&lt;br /&gt;Yet just one glimpse of you or me&lt;br /&gt;Would fill up all the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;As you must be to you.&lt;br /&gt;How could we hope to understand&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will feel what we must feel&lt;br /&gt;And find some word to fit,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we look inside&lt;br /&gt;And see that isn't it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will think of you no matter&lt;br /&gt;What I'm thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it's much&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to call it love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4793342798898202893?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4793342798898202893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4793342798898202893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4793342798898202893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4793342798898202893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2009/01/rool.html' title='Rool'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4820357941679237445</id><published>2008-12-17T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:09:27.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affordable</title><content type='html'>Do you want to have an affordable eye glasses? If I were you I am going to visit Zenni Optical, they specializes on making different kinds of eye glasses that is suitable from your pocket. Zenni Optical is one of &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php"&gt;the popular online glasses shop&lt;/a&gt; that you can trust. &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php"&gt;$ 8 Complete Rx Eyeglasses&lt;/a&gt; are also available in Zenni Optical, they have so many services that they can offer for their costumers. &lt;a href="http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php?cat=31"&gt;Holiday Glass Frames From Zenni Optical&lt;/a&gt; are different from other optical, it is the most beautiful holiday glass frames that you can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get great tips and ideas regarding about having the best eye glasses if you visit the Zenni Optical website. This website is indeed rich with things that you would probably like to have so try it here:http://zennioptical.com/cart/home.php. The website is very easy to navigate, and since the website layout is very neatly you can have your solutionsc here in your eye glasses problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4820357941679237445?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4820357941679237445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4820357941679237445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4820357941679237445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4820357941679237445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/affordable.html' title='Affordable'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8097657584598583810</id><published>2008-12-14T08:18:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:19:08.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually</title><content type='html'>Eventually, the undeparted dead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive without, long since gone within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall arise to feel both love and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no dead that cannot live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those long buried shall begin&lt;br /&gt;Rising up towards tears and rage and need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8097657584598583810?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8097657584598583810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8097657584598583810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8097657584598583810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8097657584598583810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/eventually.html' title='Eventually'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-3472232451091028542</id><published>2008-12-14T08:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:18:49.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>Emptiness costs a bit extra:&lt;br /&gt;In distant horizons there is peace.&lt;br /&gt;Given two windows on a whitewashed world,&lt;br /&gt;How could one not long for the sea?&lt;br /&gt;The soul wings it out to the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Yet stays contented in a well-ordered room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the gauze-covered shallows,&lt;br /&gt;Inlets and coves and the open sea!&lt;br /&gt;Xylophones tingle on porches unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-3472232451091028542?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/3472232451091028542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=3472232451091028542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3472232451091028542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/3472232451091028542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8257948059130372123</id><published>2008-12-14T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:18:32.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclined</title><content type='html'>Eighty-three is happy to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclination makes her so inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts of temperament, like gifts of grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang the veil of choice across her face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus making will the uncaused cause of kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet one wears clothes that one was born to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much, of course, that she must bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lost a portion of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent trains are difficult to trace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending up in alleys dark and blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, there’s much she still holds dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8257948059130372123?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8257948059130372123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8257948059130372123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8257948059130372123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8257948059130372123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/inclined.html' title='Inclined'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-2943305282592131763</id><published>2008-12-14T08:17:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:18:01.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>Early on, there's a point to regret:&lt;br /&gt;In creative pain, one can make changes.&lt;br /&gt;Grief is a wild, foolish, helpless rebellion,&lt;br /&gt;Heart against stone, desire smashing against&lt;br /&gt;The locked fact, the impenetrable event,&lt;br /&gt;Yielding nothing but the wash back into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one who grieves, there's no point to regret:&lt;br /&gt;One lives through pain, it's not a time for changes,&lt;br /&gt;Undoing in one's heart what one must accept in life,&lt;br /&gt;Repositioning the precise stones one smashes and smashes against.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-2943305282592131763?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/2943305282592131763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=2943305282592131763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2943305282592131763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/2943305282592131763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-6200904724485164963</id><published>2008-12-14T08:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:17:40.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenging</title><content type='html'>Challenging the veil does not come cheap.&lt;br /&gt;One gets to know the provenance of hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Living off the energy of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to trade ecstasy for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;More than life, one must want to be&lt;br /&gt;Bestride the instant of the revelation,&lt;br /&gt;Uniting image and imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing first what now the world might see.&lt;br /&gt;Dread and longing dance across one's dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Alive with hope for charismatic schemes.&lt;br /&gt;Years wearied, wasted, wait impatiently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-6200904724485164963?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/6200904724485164963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=6200904724485164963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6200904724485164963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/6200904724485164963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenging.html' title='Challenging'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-4107917157783221957</id><published>2008-12-14T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:17:20.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra</title><content type='html'>Alexandra is not one, but many.&lt;br /&gt;Life flows through her boundaries like a river,&lt;br /&gt;Entering her while exiting another.&lt;br /&gt;X-rays show one, but we know of plenty:&lt;br /&gt;Ancestors mingling with descendents;&lt;br /&gt;Near relatives pouring through the sluices;&lt;br /&gt;Death, the loyal angel of her graces,&lt;br /&gt;Resting momently in recent remnants,&lt;br /&gt;Alive again in her awakened senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-4107917157783221957?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/4107917157783221957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=4107917157783221957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4107917157783221957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/4107917157783221957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/alexandra.html' title='Alexandra'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-8429180536237722820</id><published>2008-12-14T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:16:58.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knows</title><content type='html'>Adrian knows well the unsaid rules&lt;br /&gt;Demanding that one be what one is not.&lt;br /&gt;Restraining the fierce appetites within,&lt;br /&gt;Interning the insurgents bent on sin,&lt;br /&gt;As he matures, he learns to love his lot,&lt;br /&gt;No longer heeding the laments of fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-8429180536237722820?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/8429180536237722820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=8429180536237722820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8429180536237722820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/8429180536237722820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/2008/12/knows.html' title='Knows'/><author><name>Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383327487096571153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RYXXKAqC3wg/R_ZC-ZJHN3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8lWIPE9-oxI/S220/35122788_44020cc1a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891124901436558088.post-7744862388446286308</id><published>2008-12-01T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:50:49.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>The first true sign of love is anger:&lt;br /&gt;What we need, we're likely to resent.&lt;br /&gt;Each needing, needed, leaned on, leaning,&lt;br /&gt;No longer free standing stone and white.&lt;br /&gt;The wistful, tender fear of finity&lt;br /&gt;Yields a darker shimmer of sublimity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now indeed some sunny, delicate blight&lt;br /&gt;Inaugurates a subterranean keening.&lt;br /&gt;None can turn away and not be bent,&lt;br /&gt;Each in each part self, part untouched stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891124901436558088-7744862388446286308?l=bleuester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleuester.blogspot.com/feeds/7744862388446286308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7891124901436558088&amp;postID=7744862388446286308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7891124901436558088/posts/default/7744862388446286308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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