<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917</id><updated>2009-12-30T10:16:15.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire at Work</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-5541561313797715655</id><published>2008-08-19T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:45:00.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE ABANDONED ME (Love's Down Side Challenge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fireinmysoul.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKtlmwoKCtUAACHSS7U1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.fireinmysoul.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKtlmwoKCtUAACHSS7U1/bleedingRose.jpg?et=C0u81WUeuV9ekg%2BKgsIe0A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fireinmysoul.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKtldQoKCtUAACIJVdo1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHE ABANDONED ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love's Down Side Challenge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I loved her&lt;br /&gt;with everything in me&lt;br /&gt;I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I met her and I knew&lt;br /&gt;that she would forever change my life&lt;br /&gt;and she did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;with the sweetest words&lt;br /&gt;she rewrote my love realities&lt;br /&gt;feeding me gentle kisses&lt;br /&gt;and opening my soul&lt;br /&gt;with her musings of we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;she convinced me to&lt;br /&gt;let down my guard&lt;br /&gt;trust her like no other&lt;br /&gt;she freed me from the bonds of&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;hesitancy&lt;br /&gt;and uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;then that bitch ...&lt;br /&gt;turned on me&lt;br /&gt;even as she sang sweet songs to me&lt;br /&gt;she was betraying our reality&lt;br /&gt;with her singular pursuits&lt;br /&gt;she destroyed my happiness&lt;br /&gt;left me confused and unbalanced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;all because she could no longer see&lt;br /&gt;the viability of we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I hate her&lt;br /&gt;with every fiber of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hate her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;the way she said my name&lt;br /&gt;like no other&lt;br /&gt;the way she fed me lies&lt;br /&gt;like they were sweet pecan pies&lt;br /&gt;the way she wrapped my heart&lt;br /&gt;around her every single finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;only to leave me laying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;heart broken&lt;br /&gt;spirit bruised&lt;br /&gt;soul in pieces&lt;br /&gt;because she was really only a facsimile&lt;br /&gt;of the love she pretended to offer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I hate her&lt;br /&gt;with every fiber in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;the way she used my weakness&lt;br /&gt;to undermine me&lt;br /&gt;used my secret desires&lt;br /&gt;to unwind me&lt;br /&gt;the way she used love&lt;br /&gt;to seduce me into her web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;only to abandon me&lt;br /&gt;to empty memories tied to&lt;br /&gt;soul searching uncertainties&lt;br /&gt;as I struggle to create a new reality&lt;br /&gt;outside of the one love seduced me into&lt;br /&gt;and that bitch shattered so selfishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I hate her&lt;br /&gt;with every fiber in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;08.19.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-5541561313797715655?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=5541561313797715655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5541561313797715655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5541561313797715655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-abandoned-me-love-down-side.html' title='SHE ABANDONED ME (Love&amp;#39;s Down Side Challenge)'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-2352569324997529695</id><published>2008-08-28T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:10:45.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CELIBACY (an Acrostic Piece)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s81.photobucket.com/albums/j214/FireInMySoul/People/?action=view&amp;amp;current=body-image01s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j214/FireInMySoul/People/body-image01s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CELIBACY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;astrating my emotions by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;liminating my sexual encounters because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icking leads them to loving and I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ncapable of loving them back so I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ind my desires in activity and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;llow access only to my shallowest parts because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onstant flirtations with mediocrity leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;earning for something that will touch my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... So I Wait ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-2352569324997529695?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=2352569324997529695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2352569324997529695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2352569324997529695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/celibacy-acrostic-piece.html' title='CELIBACY (an Acrostic Piece)'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-8191813961156394306</id><published>2008-03-19T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:06:53.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGELING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EdvoL6CdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iEJOs5hfhtw/s1600-h/metamorph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179453750531197394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EdvoL6CdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iEJOs5hfhtw/s320/metamorph.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHANGELING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to be&lt;br /&gt;someone else&lt;br /&gt;not physically but&lt;br /&gt;spiritually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to prey on others&lt;br /&gt;use their weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;to get what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;until one day ...&lt;br /&gt;things changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day I bit an apple&lt;br /&gt;with a worm that turned&lt;br /&gt;and my transformation&lt;br /&gt;was borne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you why&lt;br /&gt;that apple&lt;br /&gt;on THAT day&lt;br /&gt;changed my life&lt;br /&gt;all I can tell you, is that it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I spend my days&lt;br /&gt;trying to make amends&lt;br /&gt;if not towards the ones I've hurt&lt;br /&gt;then by helping someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying back to anyone&lt;br /&gt;what I would have done to everyone&lt;br /&gt;had I not changed&lt;br /&gt;had God not changed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;when I meet Him&lt;br /&gt;He will see the sincerity in my heart&lt;br /&gt;even though I know I will have to pay&lt;br /&gt;for the sins I committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will gladly pay the price&lt;br /&gt;because I see clearly what a predator I was&lt;br /&gt;but there is a trace of fear&lt;br /&gt;fear born from knowing how badly&lt;br /&gt;I treated others, mistreated them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I move forward&lt;br /&gt;doing what I can to make amends&lt;br /&gt;in this life&lt;br /&gt;before I am held accountable for my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that in the end&lt;br /&gt;my life will show that&lt;br /&gt;once I saw the error of my ways&lt;br /&gt;I did enough good to make peace&lt;br /&gt;with the many wrongs I did to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01.08.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-8191813961156394306?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=8191813961156394306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/8191813961156394306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/8191813961156394306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/changeling-i-used-to-be-someone-else.html' title='CHANGELING'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EdvoL6CdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iEJOs5hfhtw/s72-c/metamorph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-1715372162992826565</id><published>2008-03-19T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:02:40.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVERMORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EWuIL6CaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/beZ6FHzt4wU/s1600-h/Nevermore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179446028179999138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EWuIL6CaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/beZ6FHzt4wU/s320/Nevermore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVERMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I braced myself&lt;br /&gt;preparing for another onslaught&lt;br /&gt;of your disappointment in me&lt;br /&gt;or some unsolicited criticism&lt;br /&gt;in regard to my ever growing list&lt;br /&gt;of shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was for naught&lt;br /&gt;it seems that today your harsh words&lt;br /&gt;are having a very different affect on me&lt;br /&gt;seems I don't really feel anything&lt;br /&gt;even though this barage is more harsh&lt;br /&gt;than the many before it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you&lt;br /&gt;every word you speak&lt;br /&gt;is being recorded in my mental&lt;br /&gt;but it seems to be missing it's true target&lt;br /&gt;... my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been freed&lt;br /&gt;no longer do I care if I disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;no longer does it matter if I fall short&lt;br /&gt;of your expectations&lt;br /&gt;and no longer do your words&lt;br /&gt;affect me ... wound me ... hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you continue to speak&lt;br /&gt;and I realize just how blind and unaware&lt;br /&gt;you truly are&lt;br /&gt;never once has it really been about me&lt;br /&gt;and my countless faults&lt;br /&gt;but rather&lt;br /&gt;it's about you and your need to&lt;br /&gt;stand on my back so that you can feel&lt;br /&gt;taller ... stronger ... better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no more&lt;br /&gt;I am done with this verbal warfare&lt;br /&gt;and I am removing myself&lt;br /&gt;from the battlefield of your&lt;br /&gt;externalized self-hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see ... today I am freeing myself&lt;br /&gt;and allowing you to truly experience life&lt;br /&gt;without me to blame or malign&lt;br /&gt;and no longer will I take your calls&lt;br /&gt;or value your opinion&lt;br /&gt;because your words were nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;poison ... slowly killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today I say .... nevermore&lt;br /&gt;nevermore will you stand as I tumble&lt;br /&gt;nevermore will you smile as I weep&lt;br /&gt;nevermore will you exist as I fade away&lt;br /&gt;because today and forevermore&lt;br /&gt;... I am freed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01/07/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-1715372162992826565?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=1715372162992826565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1715372162992826565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1715372162992826565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/nevermore.html' title='NEVERMORE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EWuIL6CaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/beZ6FHzt4wU/s72-c/Nevermore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-812189286725192232</id><published>2008-03-19T09:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:01:52.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE, SHE SAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EYRYL6CbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jUbOdijZ8FI/s1600-h/ReflectionsSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179447733282015666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EYRYL6CbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jUbOdijZ8FI/s320/ReflectionsSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SEE, SHE SAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see her standing&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;under the misguided illusion&lt;br /&gt;that she is part of something&lt;br /&gt;bigger than her past singularities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her wishing&lt;br /&gt;that she could make some things&lt;br /&gt;different or better or ... more&lt;br /&gt;but she isn't seeing the big picture&lt;br /&gt;only the small snapshot she took&lt;br /&gt;when first that other came her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;spiritually at least&lt;br /&gt;trying to make a silk purse&lt;br /&gt;out of that sow's ear&lt;br /&gt;and she berates herself every time&lt;br /&gt;she suffers a setback or takes a misstep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her struggling&lt;br /&gt;to make sense out of nonsense&lt;br /&gt;and find peace even as she resides&lt;br /&gt;at the center of chaos in it's truest form&lt;br /&gt;but still she tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her slowly folding in&lt;br /&gt;shutting down the parts of her&lt;br /&gt;that are fragile and gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;because for reasons I can't define&lt;br /&gt;she'd rather exist partially in the midst&lt;br /&gt;than alone on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is truly her reality&lt;br /&gt;this need to exist inside a nonexistent state&lt;br /&gt;of misrepresented intentions&lt;br /&gt;and misplaced affections&lt;br /&gt;but still ... she remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that I am swimming&lt;br /&gt;upstream in the midst of a storm&lt;br /&gt;but I can't figure out another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anything&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be who she told me she was&lt;br /&gt;not this ugly thing&lt;br /&gt;that breathes in my goodness&lt;br /&gt;and spews out harsh criticisms&lt;br /&gt;and empty promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be respected&lt;br /&gt;because I am good and kind&lt;br /&gt;and not mistreated for those same things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to see me clearly&lt;br /&gt;and to acknowledge my worth&lt;br /&gt;not push me aside and belittle my offerings&lt;br /&gt;as if they aren't worthy of more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape the falsehoods she used&lt;br /&gt;to call me to her and keep me there&lt;br /&gt;until I was beyond the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;and felt an obligation to stay and fight&lt;br /&gt;for what she seems to treat so carelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away from her&lt;br /&gt;without worrying about how she will&lt;br /&gt;survive the storms of life&lt;br /&gt;or how she will find her way on the darkest days&lt;br /&gt;I want that not to be my concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to not care if she cares&lt;br /&gt;and not want her to want me to stay&lt;br /&gt;I want to be freed&lt;br /&gt;from this self-imposed sense of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;that her illusory self seduced me to accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder if I will be here this time next year&lt;br /&gt;less myself than I am now&lt;br /&gt;because she has stolen more of my goodness&lt;br /&gt;and left nothing there in it's place&lt;br /&gt;you see ... sometimes&lt;br /&gt;... all I can find the strength to do&lt;br /&gt;is wonder and hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;for a new outcome&lt;br /&gt;to this old and now familiar dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01/07/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-812189286725192232?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=812189286725192232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/812189286725192232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/812189286725192232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-see-she-says.html' title='I SEE, SHE SAYS'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EYRYL6CbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jUbOdijZ8FI/s72-c/ReflectionsSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-4428476060306338536</id><published>2008-03-19T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:00:14.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EVER CHANGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EcL4L6CcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u36e_oXw3HI/s1600-h/10%2520Ninasexhibition%2520ever%2520changing%2520constancy%2520smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179452036839246274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EcL4L6CcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u36e_oXw3HI/s320/10%2520Ninasexhibition%2520ever%2520changing%2520constancy%2520smaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER CHANGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see her over there ...&lt;br /&gt;trying to be the person&lt;br /&gt;others want her to be&lt;br /&gt;but the change in her is&lt;br /&gt;superficial at best&lt;br /&gt;she isn't a better person&lt;br /&gt;with a better outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;she is the same person&lt;br /&gt;with a new mask on her face&lt;br /&gt;covering the ugliness inside&lt;br /&gt;but no one sees it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says this new love&lt;br /&gt;is the best love&lt;br /&gt;and that everything she's done&lt;br /&gt;has been for the betterment of them&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;see, change made for another&lt;br /&gt;can only be temporary&lt;br /&gt;and as fleeting as that love will surely be&lt;br /&gt;so will these new changes she's making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's an opportunist&lt;br /&gt;and right now, opportunity is knocking&lt;br /&gt;and begging her to pretend to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;but she doesn't see it&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've tried to broach the topic&lt;br /&gt;but she simply isn't hearing me&lt;br /&gt;she's even called me jealous&lt;br /&gt;so I let it be&lt;br /&gt;but the end,&lt;br /&gt;and i see it approaching,&lt;br /&gt;will be an interesting one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know&lt;br /&gt;she's even joined church&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I have no issue with religion&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a personal matter but&lt;br /&gt;she's a damn atheist&lt;br /&gt;or at least she was until this latest incarnation&lt;br /&gt;required her to love and embrace God&lt;br /&gt;the hell and damnation from this pretend game&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to see&lt;br /&gt;but like the end, I see it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I've moved myself out of the way&lt;br /&gt;taken a seat on the sidelines of her life&lt;br /&gt;even as a part of me&lt;br /&gt;the neverending optimistic part&lt;br /&gt;hopes I am truly mistaken and that she&lt;br /&gt;is exactly who she says she is&lt;br /&gt;but hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm a realist too&lt;br /&gt;and reality states that what smells wrong&lt;br /&gt;and looks wrong and sounds wrong&lt;br /&gt;usually is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01/08/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-4428476060306338536?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=4428476060306338536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/4428476060306338536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/4428476060306338536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/ever-changing.html' title='EVER CHANGING'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-EcL4L6CcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u36e_oXw3HI/s72-c/10%2520Ninasexhibition%2520ever%2520changing%2520constancy%2520smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-653490574137783685</id><published>2008-03-19T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:33:17.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WITHIN A MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-ET3YL6CZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SWyaq5ieHic/s1600-h/TheTragicTruthOfMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179442888558905746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-ET3YL6CZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SWyaq5ieHic/s320/TheTragicTruthOfMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITHIN A MOMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a moment of clarity&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of quiet reflection&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, from the first moment I can remember&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted more from you&lt;br /&gt;than you were ever able to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;and read to me&lt;br /&gt;and put me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but never getting any of those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting you to be proud of me&lt;br /&gt;and excited about my achievements&lt;br /&gt;seemed far too much to ask of you&lt;br /&gt;so I silently wished&lt;br /&gt;and desperately prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my friends with longing&lt;br /&gt;escaping to their homes so that I could at least see&lt;br /&gt;what it was like to be loved and adored&lt;br /&gt;openly and demonstratively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to return home to you&lt;br /&gt;a mother who had nothing to give me&lt;br /&gt;but stern admonishments&lt;br /&gt;and firm guidance without even a glimmer&lt;br /&gt;of affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never hugging me or kissing me&lt;br /&gt;never telling me you were proud of me&lt;br /&gt;never making me feel like I was enough&lt;br /&gt;or that I was deserving and worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you failed me&lt;br /&gt;emotionally you gave me nothing&lt;br /&gt;and now ...&lt;br /&gt;as a grown woman contemplating motherhood&lt;br /&gt;I get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was never a rejection of me&lt;br /&gt;but rather you doing what you knew to do&lt;br /&gt;it was never that I wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;but rather that you had nothing more to give me&lt;br /&gt;and now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that even parents make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they really don't have the answers&lt;br /&gt;I learned that sometimes love is given in the way that it can be&lt;br /&gt;even if it isn't in the way that it's needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I accept you&lt;br /&gt;as you are and will always be&lt;br /&gt;without condemnation or judgement&lt;br /&gt;I love you ... unconditionally and without resentment&lt;br /&gt;and I promise myself&lt;br /&gt;that I will love my children in all the ways I needed&lt;br /&gt;and not in the way I was taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;03/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-653490574137783685?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=653490574137783685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/653490574137783685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/653490574137783685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/within-moment.html' title='WITHIN A MOMENT'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/R-ET3YL6CZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SWyaq5ieHic/s72-c/TheTragicTruthOfMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-8372671206938973492</id><published>2007-09-07T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:38:20.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACEFUL SUBMISSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGoiNf-i6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Kr2UjRU71E/s1600-h/Bare_Minimm_by_jennytaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107548758107655074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGoiNf-i6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Kr2UjRU71E/s320/Bare_Minimm_by_jennytaylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GRACEFUL SUBMISSION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracefully and humbly I tumbled into...&lt;br /&gt;the reality of you and I and the evolution of we&lt;br /&gt;never believing it was possible to be loved&lt;br /&gt;in the same unconditional manner in which I gave it&lt;br /&gt;I refused to acquiesce my emotional safety&lt;br /&gt;to anyone that wasn't my spiritual equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then along came you&lt;br /&gt;your cognizance and spiritual awareness left me&lt;br /&gt;speechless and completely in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you viewed me as your soul mate long before I&lt;br /&gt;realized you were aware of me&lt;br /&gt;gifted with the ability to see my spirit&lt;br /&gt;you viewed me as the paradigm for spiritual perfection&lt;br /&gt;and all who came before me were nugatory in comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by your desire for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so used to being relegated to an ancillary level&lt;br /&gt;... I was left speechless in the face of your declaration&lt;br /&gt;that I was God created to be your Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unprepared for the level of faith you had in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading my words ... viewing them as a gift to be used&lt;br /&gt;for His good ... you desired to assist me in ascending&lt;br /&gt;to the level you were certain I was meant to attain&lt;br /&gt;so I reveled in the evolution of we&lt;br /&gt;... rested in your unconditional love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took your hand, placed my trust in you ... and we stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we traveled the bridge to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;only this time ... there was a destination at the end&lt;br /&gt;a place full of blue skies and beautiful clouds&lt;br /&gt;a place for us to rest and be and grow and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realization finally dawned on me as we embarked on this journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was never a bridge to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;... I was simply unable to see it's reality&lt;br /&gt;so mired was I in the misery of imagined failures&lt;br /&gt;... I couldn't see the true worth of the journey&lt;br /&gt;awaiting me at the end ... so I thank you ... my forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the clarification of you and I&lt;br /&gt;and the reality of ... We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrehc&lt;br /&gt;(Fire)&lt;br /&gt;08.24.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-8372671206938973492?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=8372671206938973492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/8372671206938973492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/8372671206938973492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/graceful-submission.html' title='GRACEFUL SUBMISSION'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGoiNf-i6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Kr2UjRU71E/s72-c/Bare_Minimm_by_jennytaylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-5136382814832620996</id><published>2007-09-07T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:34:20.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmndf-i4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BWBRHh9ZzLE/s1600-h/Bound_in_Thread.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107546649278712706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmndf-i4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BWBRHh9ZzLE/s320/Bound_in_Thread.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrapped in chains&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;To something I can’t see or hear&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in this place&lt;br /&gt;Glued to this spot&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for that escapes me&lt;br /&gt;So I stand here, in this spot&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;And unable to see my way free&lt;br /&gt;Tied to the illusions&lt;br /&gt;Of this illusory place&lt;br /&gt;And the limitations I can’t quite see&lt;br /&gt;Freedom has to be attainable&lt;br /&gt;And yet I have no idea how to be&lt;br /&gt;Free in my movements in my actions&lt;br /&gt;Free to think myself out of this place&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;And desperate to be free&lt;br /&gt;As the chains tighten around me&lt;br /&gt;Constricting with every twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to let me go&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is succumbing as well&lt;br /&gt;To the reality of being trapped&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;By unseen restrictions and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;To this Never place, the Always place&lt;br /&gt;Of limitations and boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;By those who claimed to know what was best for me&lt;br /&gt;Long before they ever saw me&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;Because they want something better for me&lt;br /&gt;Want me to be free to think and be whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;But that can never be achieved&lt;br /&gt;Because in their desperation to keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;With their good intentions and far sightedness&lt;br /&gt;They only achieved one thing&lt;br /&gt;Me … restrained, restricted, repressed&lt;br /&gt;In the name of my freedom they have me&lt;br /&gt;Bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrehc&lt;br /&gt;(Fire)&lt;br /&gt;10.10.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-5136382814832620996?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=5136382814832620996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5136382814832620996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5136382814832620996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/bound.html' title='BOUND'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmndf-i4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BWBRHh9ZzLE/s72-c/Bound_in_Thread.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-5444939813028320496</id><published>2007-09-07T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:34:06.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ADORATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmINf-i3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yeCqCDJllnw/s1600-h/621px-Leonardo_da_Vinci_Adoration_of_the_Magi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107546112407800690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmINf-i3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yeCqCDJllnw/s320/621px-Leonardo_da_Vinci_Adoration_of_the_Magi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you&lt;br /&gt;yes ... that's what I said&lt;br /&gt;and yes ... I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;to worship or honor as divine&lt;br /&gt;to regard with loving admiration and devotion&lt;br /&gt;so yes baby ... I repeat&lt;br /&gt;I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stand before me&lt;br /&gt;choosing me, needing me, wanting me&lt;br /&gt;and I feel anointed by your love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time formerly viewed as wasted&lt;br /&gt;now feels perfectly necessary to facilitate&lt;br /&gt;my evolution into the woman you would deem&lt;br /&gt;worthy of your love and affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once held captive&lt;br /&gt;under the tyranny of unhappy disillusion&lt;br /&gt;but you bartered for my freedom&lt;br /&gt;by promising my heart that this time&lt;br /&gt;would be the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you persuaded me to deviate&lt;br /&gt;from my commitment to remain in exile&lt;br /&gt;devoid of love and happiness .. but also pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with gentle urgings you persuaded me&lt;br /&gt;to open the door and let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching me with soul kisses&lt;br /&gt;you clarified my reality and imbued me&lt;br /&gt;with a desire to be your vision of me ... of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at me&lt;br /&gt;as if I am the most revered woman of all&lt;br /&gt;desiring me&lt;br /&gt;as if my beauty were truly incomparable to any other&lt;br /&gt;holding me&lt;br /&gt;in the highest esteem I've ever experienced&lt;br /&gt;... you woo me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetly, softly, seductively&lt;br /&gt;you pull out of me emotions I didn't know existed&lt;br /&gt;I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;raining emotive declarations of my love upon you&lt;br /&gt;so that you can see what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me needing you to join with me&lt;br /&gt;on a cellular level&lt;br /&gt;so that words will cease to be necessary&lt;br /&gt;wanting to clarify any misconceptions you may have&lt;br /&gt;as to the depth of my commitment to us&lt;br /&gt;my dedication to we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I am here ... before you&lt;br /&gt;the physical manifestation of my inner self&lt;br /&gt;my love for you laid out bare and naked&lt;br /&gt;and I whisper to you&lt;br /&gt;lovingly, passionately and sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Adore You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrehc&lt;br /&gt;(Fire)&lt;br /&gt;08.14.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-5444939813028320496?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=5444939813028320496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5444939813028320496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/5444939813028320496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/adoration.html' title='ADORATION'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGmINf-i3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yeCqCDJllnw/s72-c/621px-Leonardo_da_Vinci_Adoration_of_the_Magi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-275901692232404691</id><published>2007-09-07T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:33:38.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINITION OF WE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGnW9f-i5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UI8GYwO0JWk/s1600-h/sweet_kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107547465322498962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGnW9f-i5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UI8GYwO0JWk/s320/sweet_kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITION OF WE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you who I am&lt;br /&gt;and I am sure I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;so let me define ... the essence of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe in, you breathe out&lt;br /&gt;we breathe in unison&lt;br /&gt;I move left, you move right&lt;br /&gt;we move forward&lt;br /&gt;I dream and forget, you dream and remember&lt;br /&gt;we dream and comprehend&lt;br /&gt;black and white with sepia tones&lt;br /&gt;but technicolor are we&lt;br /&gt;flying above the crowds of misery&lt;br /&gt;choosing to create our own reality&lt;br /&gt;where you and I don't exist&lt;br /&gt;only we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely remembered memories&lt;br /&gt;of the time when you and I existed&lt;br /&gt;outside of we and in total misery&lt;br /&gt;incomprehensible to travel back&lt;br /&gt;forward and united the only option of we&lt;br /&gt;so I come to you with a desire to&lt;br /&gt;clarify&lt;br /&gt;dignify&lt;br /&gt;magnify&lt;br /&gt;the reality that was once separate&lt;br /&gt;but is now simply defined by the essence&lt;br /&gt;of we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYREHC&lt;br /&gt;(Fire)&lt;br /&gt;08.14.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-275901692232404691?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=275901692232404691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/275901692232404691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/275901692232404691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/definition-of-we.html' title='DEFINITION OF WE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RuGnW9f-i5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UI8GYwO0JWk/s72-c/sweet_kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-6593479190807724860</id><published>2007-09-04T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:10:11.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DICHOTOMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Jg9f-i2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8FYCYX_7z0k/s1600-h/stripped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106459120609692514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Jg9f-i2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8FYCYX_7z0k/s320/stripped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DICHOTOMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger than steel&lt;br /&gt;and as fragile as hand spun glass&lt;br /&gt;I am outspoken and loud&lt;br /&gt;while quietly keeping my words inside&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be mistreated&lt;br /&gt;as I soothe my emotional bruises&lt;br /&gt;I am a survivor of life&lt;br /&gt;even as I pick up my victim mantra&lt;br /&gt;I scream so that I can be&lt;br /&gt;unseen and ignored&lt;br /&gt;I run forward so that I can&lt;br /&gt;go back to where I first started&lt;br /&gt;I climb higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;so that I can stay on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;I am fearless in the face of death&lt;br /&gt;even as I beg life to never leave me&lt;br /&gt;I surround myself with people&lt;br /&gt;so that I can be completely alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dichotomies existing&lt;br /&gt;a mix of contradictions&lt;br /&gt;releasing my hold on the opposites&lt;br /&gt;so that reality can take hold&lt;br /&gt;with no fear of the other side&lt;br /&gt;the side that would cancel it out&lt;br /&gt;choosing to be one with logic&lt;br /&gt;and apart from the opposing sides&lt;br /&gt;of my dichotomy ridden life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;br /&gt;06.27.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-6593479190807724860?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=6593479190807724860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6593479190807724860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6593479190807724860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/dichotomy.html' title='DICHOTOMY'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Jg9f-i2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/8FYCYX_7z0k/s72-c/stripped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-6840485192759227920</id><published>2007-09-04T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:36:13.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOUNDED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Bjtf-i0I/AAAAAAAAADg/StZjj8PkW8A/s1600-h/arkhee-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106450371761310530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Bjtf-i0I/AAAAAAAAADg/StZjj8PkW8A/s320/arkhee-tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOUNDED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;battered and worn&lt;br /&gt;by the repeated attempts&lt;br /&gt;to connect&lt;br /&gt;with a like mind&lt;br /&gt;a kindred spirit if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitary by nature&lt;br /&gt;I still venture out from time to time&lt;br /&gt;in the hopes that I might find&lt;br /&gt;a place my heart can rest&lt;br /&gt;and my spirit can be renewed&lt;br /&gt;but that place is hidden from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that I am&lt;br /&gt;unworthy?&lt;br /&gt;undeserving?&lt;br /&gt;unprepared?&lt;br /&gt;I can't continue to reach out my hand&lt;br /&gt;only to find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;left to pick up the pieces of myself&lt;br /&gt;I allowed to be exposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brief interludes of happiness&lt;br /&gt;the glimpses of peace&lt;br /&gt;aren't worth what each encounter&lt;br /&gt;takes from me&lt;br /&gt;my heart looks like a map&lt;br /&gt;and in some ways it is just that&lt;br /&gt;the map of my heartache&lt;br /&gt;of my trials and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wounded&lt;br /&gt;like a soldier caught in the crossfires&lt;br /&gt;I am ducking and dodging&lt;br /&gt;the mortar shells of pain&lt;br /&gt;trying to find that shelter I hear so much of&lt;br /&gt;the one where love is held&lt;br /&gt;and nurtured and is allowed to grow&lt;br /&gt;into the beautiful reality&lt;br /&gt;I seek ... desperately&lt;br /&gt;but it remains elusive&lt;br /&gt;... unavailable to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I bandage the wounds&lt;br /&gt;so that the damage is virtually&lt;br /&gt;undetectable&lt;br /&gt;trying to heal the scars&lt;br /&gt;and I wait, hope nearly gone,&lt;br /&gt;for she to come to me&lt;br /&gt;so that my new reality can be born&lt;br /&gt;from the remains of destruction&lt;br /&gt;and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;and dimming hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;br /&gt;07.10.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-6840485192759227920?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=6840485192759227920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6840485192759227920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6840485192759227920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/09/wounded.html' title='WOUNDED'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rt3Bjtf-i0I/AAAAAAAAADg/StZjj8PkW8A/s72-c/arkhee-tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-9086374799555403008</id><published>2007-08-30T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:42:35.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I COULDN'T BREATHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtbW9tf-izI/AAAAAAAAADY/9BPH-aF-qDA/s1600-h/_suffocate__by_chocolate_sheep.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104503583345118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtbW9tf-izI/AAAAAAAAADY/9BPH-aF-qDA/s320/_suffocate__by_chocolate_sheep.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I COULDN'T BREATHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was overcome with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of saying goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;unsure how the end got here but certain&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't seem to focus on&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;you became more than my love&lt;br /&gt;you became my life ... my reason&lt;br /&gt;my existence directly tied to you&lt;br /&gt;and your presence in my life&lt;br /&gt;but now, you are forever&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through the motions of life&lt;br /&gt;but no longer living it&lt;br /&gt;I am a shadow of what I used to be&lt;br /&gt;a hollow reminder of what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;and I take a step towards nothing&lt;br /&gt;because you are no longer at the other end of my&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead on the inside&lt;br /&gt;no longer capable of seeing the colors of happiness&lt;br /&gt;or hearing the sounds of living&lt;br /&gt;incapable of smelling the sweetness life used to offer&lt;br /&gt;because my senses were heightened by you&lt;br /&gt;my love, my life, my one ... and you are forever gone&lt;br /&gt;see ... last night we talked and we cried and we said&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we stopped pretending that WE&lt;br /&gt;was still a viable option and accepted that you and I&lt;br /&gt;was all that was left&lt;br /&gt;so we parted, separated, ended&lt;br /&gt;and I found myself all alone in my bed&lt;br /&gt;weeping for unrealized dreams and unreached potential&lt;br /&gt;and I told myself that I would be fine ...&lt;br /&gt;that I would survive&lt;br /&gt;but this morning I found out&lt;br /&gt;that I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, when I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;because my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;was gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;10.16.06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-9086374799555403008?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=9086374799555403008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/9086374799555403008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/9086374799555403008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-couldnt-breathe.html' title='I COULDN&apos;T BREATHE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtbW9tf-izI/AAAAAAAAADY/9BPH-aF-qDA/s72-c/_suffocate__by_chocolate_sheep.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-1844781300618963255</id><published>2007-08-29T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:15:27.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIMMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWNaNf-iyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eAxgtwXkpvg/s1600-h/lightning-fade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104141234134223650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWNaNf-iyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eAxgtwXkpvg/s320/lightning-fade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIMMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I feel like a spot&lt;br /&gt;buried in a see of spots&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed and unremarkable&lt;br /&gt;overlooked and overshadowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling&lt;br /&gt;different ... for me at least&lt;br /&gt;and as the day has gone on&lt;br /&gt;the feeling has grown into this&lt;br /&gt;mountain of unspoken&lt;br /&gt;and unacknowledged&lt;br /&gt;and untapped emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie on the floor and cry&lt;br /&gt;or throw myself at your feet and weep&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, same thing ... see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am on a train to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;taking a flight from my home and back&lt;br /&gt;making useless tracks towards nothing&lt;br /&gt;and I have no idea when this feeling&lt;br /&gt;began ... started ... appeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gripped by a sense of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;I feel insignificant and unimportant&lt;br /&gt;like I am the only one in the world&lt;br /&gt;with no purpose or direction&lt;br /&gt;like I am not worthy of having either really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and I am weary and I am sad&lt;br /&gt;deep, bone deep, soul wrenching sad&lt;br /&gt;the kind that makes you want to cry til you are&lt;br /&gt;dry on the inside ... bereft of emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to find the source&lt;br /&gt;the beginning point for this ugly feeling&lt;br /&gt;but I have yet to locate it&lt;br /&gt;and my desire to find it is waning&lt;br /&gt;... dimming like an overly used bulb&lt;br /&gt;in this life lamp I was placed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;03.22.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-1844781300618963255?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=1844781300618963255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1844781300618963255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1844781300618963255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/dimming.html' title='DIMMING'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWNaNf-iyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eAxgtwXkpvg/s72-c/lightning-fade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-1476936623335588068</id><published>2007-08-29T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:04:51.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EXISTING IN SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWK8df-ixI/AAAAAAAAADI/RAhrwLmkN_8/s1600-h/painful+silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104138524009859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWK8df-ixI/AAAAAAAAADI/RAhrwLmkN_8/s320/painful+silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Existing In Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the Voices?&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone?&lt;br /&gt;Were they murdered by apathy?&lt;br /&gt;are were they silenced by unconcern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question because I am here&lt;br /&gt;and I speak loudly but go unheard&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder if this is the reason&lt;br /&gt;those before me gave up and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we go from powerful and mighty&lt;br /&gt;to silent and degraded and negated?&lt;br /&gt;How do we sleep at night knowing that we&lt;br /&gt;are the perpetrators of our current decline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stand for nothing&lt;br /&gt;when your children pay the ultimate price?&lt;br /&gt;How do you find room to complain&lt;br /&gt;when you've done nothing to make things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many died so that we could be free&lt;br /&gt;but we've done nothing but dishonor the memory&lt;br /&gt;of the sacrifices our forefathers made for us&lt;br /&gt;the children raised fatherless for the greater good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He marched so that we could have choices&lt;br /&gt;but I am sure he never imagined&lt;br /&gt;that we would choose to do nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and yet that is the legacy his sacrifice has borne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taught our children nothing&lt;br /&gt;and we continue to feed them false ideas&lt;br /&gt;of what should be and could be&lt;br /&gt;giving them limits and barriers&lt;br /&gt;instead of unleashing their untapped potential&lt;br /&gt;and assisting them in elevating a people&lt;br /&gt;through their rightful pursuit of the american dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no secret society hating on us&lt;br /&gt;and no underground movement to stifle us&lt;br /&gt;the true enemy knocking at our backdoor&lt;br /&gt;and negating our reality and possibilities&lt;br /&gt;is us ... the ones who chose to give up and give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, on the eve of another celebration&lt;br /&gt;another free day to dishonor the memory&lt;br /&gt;of those who thought we were fighting for&lt;br /&gt;and dying for ... and speaking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the Voices?&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone?&lt;br /&gt;Were they murdered by apathy?&lt;br /&gt;are were they silenced by unconcern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01.08.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-1476936623335588068?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=1476936623335588068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1476936623335588068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/1476936623335588068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/existing-in-silence.html' title='EXISTING IN SILENCE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWK8df-ixI/AAAAAAAAADI/RAhrwLmkN_8/s72-c/painful+silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-3450691420689355775</id><published>2007-08-29T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:59:26.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWJmdf-iwI/AAAAAAAAADA/ljPgJDCkU9g/s1600-h/compass-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104137046541110018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWJmdf-iwI/AAAAAAAAADA/ljPgJDCkU9g/s320/compass-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to find my way&lt;br /&gt;in this directionless existence&lt;br /&gt;seeking answers&lt;br /&gt;to unasked questions&lt;br /&gt;and trying to make sense&lt;br /&gt;out of the nonsense surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am without direction&lt;br /&gt;rutterless and unmotivated&lt;br /&gt;and I need to change that&lt;br /&gt;except&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much of my time spent&lt;br /&gt;taking my queues from others&lt;br /&gt;I finally find myself at my own mercy&lt;br /&gt;and it terrifies me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if, on my own, I make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;what if I can't handle the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;of living my own life&lt;br /&gt;what if I fail&lt;br /&gt;what if ... what if ... what if&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am truly incapable of&lt;br /&gt;independence&lt;br /&gt;or prosperous singularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I really NEED other people&lt;br /&gt;to guide my life&lt;br /&gt;and lead me around by the hand&lt;br /&gt;the blind leading the clueless&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I should just sit here&lt;br /&gt;wait on someone to tell me&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what to think, how to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait&lt;br /&gt;that's the opposite of living&lt;br /&gt;that's existing for the benefit of others&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel useless&lt;br /&gt;and incapable&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll take baby steps&lt;br /&gt;make small choices and see&lt;br /&gt;if I screw that up&lt;br /&gt;and if I don't ... will that mean&lt;br /&gt;I am able&lt;br /&gt;I am capable&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;damn ... I really do need to find my own&lt;br /&gt;direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;01.19.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-3450691420689355775?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=3450691420689355775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/3450691420689355775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/3450691420689355775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/direction.html' title='DIRECTION'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtWJmdf-iwI/AAAAAAAAADA/ljPgJDCkU9g/s72-c/compass-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-3016865804024288181</id><published>2007-08-29T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:45:26.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtV3vdf-iuI/AAAAAAAAACw/GluBrME7Jy8/s1600-h/BeautifulOne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104117409950632674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtV3vdf-iuI/AAAAAAAAACw/GluBrME7Jy8/s320/BeautifulOne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being alone&lt;br /&gt;isn’t as hard as being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you I am always wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alone I know what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you I am always guessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alone I know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you I always fall short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alone I don’t question myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you all I do is question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I know that I love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you, I know you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Alone I know what to expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you I never know what’s coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone looks good now …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you looks … like alone used to look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it isn’t with you that’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s with me that isn’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone … think I’ll try that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you … is what alone used to look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-3016865804024288181?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=3016865804024288181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/3016865804024288181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/3016865804024288181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/alone.html' title='ALONE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RtV3vdf-iuI/AAAAAAAAACw/GluBrME7Jy8/s72-c/BeautifulOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-7519612615199206371</id><published>2007-08-16T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:17:19.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RsRcBNf-itI/AAAAAAAAACo/A9vYLQIkcgU/s1600-h/LesbianPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099301853963651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RsRcBNf-itI/AAAAAAAAACo/A9vYLQIkcgU/s320/LesbianPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before your arrival&lt;br /&gt;I was nothing more than a thought&lt;br /&gt;existing without living&lt;br /&gt;and breathing without inhaling&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing through a dirty window&lt;br /&gt;and hearing the echoes of a life unlived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you arrived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in you I have been reborn&lt;br /&gt;I am relearning how to live my life&lt;br /&gt;and seeing the beautiful colors&lt;br /&gt;through my tinted windows of you&lt;br /&gt;I am the echo I used to hear&lt;br /&gt;and that empty existence feels&lt;br /&gt;like my imagination or an ugly nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me a direction to walk in&lt;br /&gt;and purpose for going that way&lt;br /&gt;you make everything make sense&lt;br /&gt;even the nonsensical things&lt;br /&gt;I feel free to express the inner me&lt;br /&gt;as you embrace my spirituality&lt;br /&gt;without hesitation or fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...i completely&lt;br /&gt;undeniably know that before you&lt;br /&gt;i was trapped within myself&lt;br /&gt;and since you stepped out of my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;and became my reality&lt;br /&gt;you have unlocked my vault...&lt;br /&gt;the place where i keep myself&lt;br /&gt;from myself&lt;br /&gt;and you showed me how to walk out with no chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have seen the glory&lt;br /&gt;of you when you breathe into me&lt;br /&gt;and i see the woman i have been dreaming about&lt;br /&gt;for all these years.&lt;br /&gt;my whole life&lt;br /&gt;lived up til now with no expectations&lt;br /&gt;and no promises&lt;br /&gt;no guarantees&lt;br /&gt;because without those there are no disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiritually&lt;br /&gt;i walk with you...&lt;br /&gt;seeing the same things and knowing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;combined favor and vision deposit courage into our souls&lt;br /&gt;to continue walking forward&lt;br /&gt;towards the same Savior&lt;br /&gt;who brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin flames rising&lt;br /&gt;entwining so that you can't see&lt;br /&gt;where HER began and SHE ends&lt;br /&gt;simpatico&lt;br /&gt;unified&lt;br /&gt;joined&lt;br /&gt;to create this perfectly true reality&lt;br /&gt;that feels like dreaming ... wide awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A She-N-I Creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-7519612615199206371?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=7519612615199206371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/7519612615199206371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/7519612615199206371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/her.html' title='HER'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RsRcBNf-itI/AAAAAAAAACo/A9vYLQIkcgU/s72-c/LesbianPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-432593435256713941</id><published>2007-08-10T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:24:11.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPROMISING LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rryb9cIOqlI/AAAAAAAAABw/LM8zKewivdU/s1600-h/cecilybrown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097120358101592658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rryb9cIOqlI/AAAAAAAAABw/LM8zKewivdU/s320/cecilybrown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Compromising&lt;br /&gt;by definition&lt;br /&gt;means that each of us gives up something&lt;br /&gt;so tell me&lt;br /&gt;what did you give up for us&lt;br /&gt;what did you do without&lt;br /&gt;what did you throw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what did you refuse to buy&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I gave up&lt;br /&gt;in order for you and I to be&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my wall that would have protected me&lt;br /&gt;I removed my spiritual cloth&lt;br /&gt;so that I would be bare before you ... naked&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my individual way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;so that I could unite with you&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my cynicism so that I could embrace you&lt;br /&gt;fully and lovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have no clue what you sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;in the name of us&lt;br /&gt;you seem to be just fine ... fully clothed&lt;br /&gt;wall strong and unpenetrable&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of only you ... oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;you still have that&lt;br /&gt;cynical? you? yes ma'am you are&lt;br /&gt;believing I was like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;even as you robbed me of my shields&lt;br /&gt;and promised me you really were different&lt;br /&gt;while planning to run roughshod over my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember that look of surprise&lt;br /&gt;when it finally penetrated your skull that I truly did&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;that my love was unconditional and all yours&lt;br /&gt;but by then it was too late&lt;br /&gt;by then you had yanked it out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;and wiped your feet on it ... leaving ugly marks&lt;br /&gt;and permanent scars ... scars I am still trying to heal from&lt;br /&gt;so I sit here&lt;br /&gt;rage eating away at the rest of my soul&lt;br /&gt;turning me into the cold and emotionless woman&lt;br /&gt;you call me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have yourself to thank for this&lt;br /&gt;even as you try to make peace? ammends?&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;when I had the world in my hand&lt;br /&gt;when I was ready to dip my soul in platinum&lt;br /&gt;and have your name engraved in it for eternity&lt;br /&gt;you spit in my face and tossed it back at me&lt;br /&gt;as if it meant nothing&lt;br /&gt;so keep your platitudes and half-hearted explanations&lt;br /&gt;to yourself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear how unhappy you are&lt;br /&gt;or how very sorry you were and how you never meant it&lt;br /&gt;your insincerity is apparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me in peace ... or my version of it at least&lt;br /&gt;and consider yourself a closed chapter&lt;br /&gt;in the lost books of my love .. compromised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;07.25.06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-432593435256713941?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=432593435256713941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/432593435256713941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/432593435256713941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/compromising-love.html' title='COMPROMISING LOVE'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rryb9cIOqlI/AAAAAAAAABw/LM8zKewivdU/s72-c/cecilybrown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-7612806370273257439</id><published>2007-08-11T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:23:06.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rr5u-MIOqpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B8La-OKObcA/s1600-h/Woman_In_Black_3_by_epack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097633842916666002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rr5u-MIOqpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B8La-OKObcA/s320/Woman_In_Black_3_by_epack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What does your soul taste like?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul tastes like heaven&lt;br /&gt;as you taste of it you will be&lt;br /&gt;elevated to a higher level of being&lt;br /&gt;and you will see God the way I do&lt;br /&gt;clearly and beautiful in His glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul tastes like your favorite meal&lt;br /&gt;comforting to your pained soul&lt;br /&gt;and a salve to your spiritual wounds&lt;br /&gt;cause even as you eat of my soul&lt;br /&gt;you will feel yours being reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul tastes like the sweetest sweets&lt;br /&gt;making you feel energetic and alive&lt;br /&gt;with the power of my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and my hope for your soul's survival&lt;br /&gt;as you let go of the chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul tastes like rain in the spring&lt;br /&gt;fresh and new and rejuvenating&lt;br /&gt;as it washes over you and erases the pains&lt;br /&gt;of your worst experiences and darkest days&lt;br /&gt;rain that replenishes the soil of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul tastes like&lt;br /&gt;hope and freedom and peace&lt;br /&gt;my soul is here to feed you&lt;br /&gt;whatever your soul needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-7612806370273257439?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=7612806370273257439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/7612806370273257439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/7612806370273257439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/soul.html' title='SOUL'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/Rr5u-MIOqpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B8La-OKObcA/s72-c/Woman_In_Black_3_by_epack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-6375142729184609265</id><published>2007-08-11T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:16:30.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIPPED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="318" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j214/FireInMySoul/Emerge2.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am naked&lt;br /&gt;my soul is unshielded&lt;br /&gt;my heart is uncovered&lt;br /&gt;and I am stripped bare before you&lt;br /&gt;even as you throw more stones&lt;br /&gt;and verbally lash me for things&lt;br /&gt;you know you did to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accusing me of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;that you committed behind my back&lt;br /&gt;and absolving yourself of guilt&lt;br /&gt;with misplaced accusations&lt;br /&gt;and still I stand before you&lt;br /&gt;naked ... stripped ... bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I will not bow down&lt;br /&gt;nor will you find me bending&lt;br /&gt;under the weight&lt;br /&gt;of your putrid lies and devious deceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bare before you&lt;br /&gt;so that you can see what you will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never be honest with another&lt;br /&gt;because you whisper lies to your own soul&lt;br /&gt;and you will never know true love&lt;br /&gt;because you have no idea what love really is&lt;br /&gt;you will never be faithful&lt;br /&gt;because deep down you are selfish and covetous&lt;br /&gt;wanting what everyone has&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am naked before you&lt;br /&gt;so that you can see me in all my purity&lt;br /&gt;even as your eyes burn from the glow&lt;br /&gt;of my rightful rightousness&lt;br /&gt;and I am stripped bare&lt;br /&gt;no longer is my soul covered&lt;br /&gt;by the stinging lies you told&lt;br /&gt;no longer is my heart wrapped&lt;br /&gt;in the deceptive web you wove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free of you&lt;br /&gt;and in my freedom I am bare&lt;br /&gt;stripped naked before the world&lt;br /&gt;because there is nothing in me&lt;br /&gt;that needs to be hidden&lt;br /&gt;only things in me that you placed&lt;br /&gt;and I removed ... finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.06.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-6375142729184609265?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=6375142729184609265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6375142729184609265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6375142729184609265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/stripped.html' title='STRIPPED'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-2194199870731723248</id><published>2007-08-10T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:03:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITTEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzEfcIOqnI/AAAAAAAAACA/Et02yXx7V6c/s1600-h/Pen_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097164922682255986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzEfcIOqnI/AAAAAAAAACA/Et02yXx7V6c/s320/Pen_paper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you give me tummyflies&lt;br /&gt;I mean flutterbies&lt;br /&gt;oh damn ... you got me&lt;br /&gt;tongue twisted&lt;br /&gt;and mentally confused&lt;br /&gt;discombobulated&lt;br /&gt;see what you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing last night&lt;br /&gt;obsessively&lt;br /&gt;creating new ways to say&lt;br /&gt;how you affect me&lt;br /&gt;leaving me feeling&lt;br /&gt;free to be me&lt;br /&gt;and me feeling free&lt;br /&gt;to simply ... be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;healing me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;looking into my soul&lt;br /&gt;and removing the need for&lt;br /&gt;words and explanations&lt;br /&gt;you hear me when I think&lt;br /&gt;and speak my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are immersed in my mental&lt;br /&gt;and slowly entwining with my spiritual&lt;br /&gt;I feel rewritten and cowritten&lt;br /&gt;and unwritten all at once&lt;br /&gt;you are recreating me&lt;br /&gt;and putting you in all the places&lt;br /&gt;my soul needs you to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never could I have prepared&lt;br /&gt;for the reality of we&lt;br /&gt;and yet here I am ... unsurprised&lt;br /&gt;and unwilling to change&lt;br /&gt;the essence of this ... our reality&lt;br /&gt;remember ... you rewrote it&lt;br /&gt;dotted my i's with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;crossed my t's with a hug&lt;br /&gt;and ended my sentences&lt;br /&gt;with heartfelt I Love You's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ... rewritten&lt;br /&gt;and us ... cowritten&lt;br /&gt;and the past has effectively been&lt;br /&gt;unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;br /&gt;07.11.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-2194199870731723248?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=2194199870731723248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2194199870731723248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2194199870731723248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/written.html' title='WRITTEN'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzEfcIOqnI/AAAAAAAAACA/Et02yXx7V6c/s72-c/Pen_paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-2941156186331963776</id><published>2007-08-10T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:00:34.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIMBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzDtsIOqmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/az1HskxuRPQ/s1600-h/Limbo_by_Demonrat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097164067983764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzDtsIOqmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/az1HskxuRPQ/s320/Limbo_by_Demonrat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desperately seeking answers&lt;br /&gt;to questions I am too afraid to ask&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you are even worth&lt;br /&gt;the suppression of self&lt;br /&gt;loving you demands&lt;br /&gt;Seized with the realization that&lt;br /&gt;walking away from you is my only alternative&lt;br /&gt;in this battle for possession of me&lt;br /&gt;choosing to divorce myself from your&lt;br /&gt;glittering dysfunctionality&lt;br /&gt;even as I pray I can rebound from this&lt;br /&gt;the latest implosion of self that I have somehow&lt;br /&gt;solicited in my desperate desire to be a part&lt;br /&gt;of something so much bigger than I think I am&lt;br /&gt;so I sit here quietly asking questions&lt;br /&gt;and silently wishing for answers&lt;br /&gt;to something only I can resolve or understand&lt;br /&gt;wishing and hoping that one day&lt;br /&gt;I am able to snatch back the parts of me&lt;br /&gt;that you seized upon your arrival&lt;br /&gt;and desperate for relief from this state of limbo&lt;br /&gt;loving you has cast me into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;br /&gt;06.28.06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-2941156186331963776?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=2941156186331963776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2941156186331963776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/2941156186331963776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/limbo.html' title='LIMBO'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07022066143247905010'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kHP-y_lSPfQ/RrzDtsIOqmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/az1HskxuRPQ/s72-c/Limbo_by_Demonrat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305906450517686917.post-6776160313133077450</id><published>2007-08-10T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:44:35.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSPICION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j214/FireInMySoul/People/nice-try-bitch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why do you question&lt;br /&gt;my every move&lt;br /&gt;why am I suspect&lt;br /&gt;in the things that I say&lt;br /&gt;could it be&lt;br /&gt;that you are the one&lt;br /&gt;doing things&lt;br /&gt;that shouldn't be done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am above reproach&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;cheat&lt;br /&gt;steal&lt;br /&gt;and yet I have been branded&lt;br /&gt;a suspect&lt;br /&gt;by your suspicions&lt;br /&gt;and past transgressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most unfortunate for you&lt;br /&gt;that my patience is gone&lt;br /&gt;and this is the end&lt;br /&gt;of us&lt;br /&gt;but I will leave you with&lt;br /&gt;a last piece of advice&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps it will be useful&lt;br /&gt;for your time after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop doing to others&lt;br /&gt;what you don't want done to you&lt;br /&gt;and you just might learn to live&lt;br /&gt;without suspicion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;03/15/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305906450517686917-6776160313133077450?l=lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305906450517686917&amp;postID=6776160313133077450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6776160313133077450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305906450517686917/posts/default/6776160313133077450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrehcalfire.blogspot.com/2007/08/suspicion.html' title='SUSPICION'/><author><name>Fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984847669029804366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' 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