<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:37.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transcending Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113269298343485197</id><published>2005-11-22T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:56:23.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum</title><content type='html'>And from the corner of her mouth came a light&lt;br /&gt;That in twilight’s princely skies once heralded&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of the dark&lt;br /&gt;The moment when my sky was draped&lt;br /&gt;In robes of midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;And bound with celestial chains of stars&lt;br /&gt;That rolling clouds still tear asunder&lt;br /&gt;Until we are where the heavens are&lt;br /&gt;Unbroken and vast, the eternal canvas&lt;br /&gt;Where my lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;And her wandering smile&lt;br /&gt;Seek absolution for our sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113269298343485197?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113269298343485197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113269298343485197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113269298343485197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113269298343485197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/asylum.html' title='Asylum'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254774854961711</id><published>2005-11-20T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:35:48.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>She wasn't anything special&lt;br /&gt;No flash, no glitz&lt;br /&gt;No tiny dimples&lt;br /&gt;Accenting her smile&lt;br /&gt;Or long, golden&lt;br /&gt;Flowing hair&lt;br /&gt;But she had class&lt;br /&gt;You can tell by the way&lt;br /&gt;She looked in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you spoke&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was important&lt;br /&gt;Or not&lt;br /&gt;And it usually wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect every man&lt;br /&gt;To fall at her feet&lt;br /&gt;At least,&lt;br /&gt;You don't think so&lt;br /&gt;So if she did&lt;br /&gt;She never showed it&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she'd look at you&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Really look at you&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the world&lt;br /&gt;Just got narrowed down&lt;br /&gt;Simplified&lt;br /&gt;And all the answers&lt;br /&gt;Were hidden deep&lt;br /&gt;Within her playful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;When pains long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Caught up to her&lt;br /&gt;And she'd look away&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing softly, wiping&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted tears away&lt;br /&gt;Those days,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't need&lt;br /&gt;Your kind words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams a lot&lt;br /&gt;Little things, mostly&lt;br /&gt;But she has one&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two&lt;br /&gt;That melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;And when she speaks&lt;br /&gt;You almost think&lt;br /&gt;That maybe&lt;br /&gt;She can change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not anything special&lt;br /&gt;Not quite gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Pretty enough&lt;br /&gt;To turn your head&lt;br /&gt;Just a little&lt;br /&gt;As you walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;And when you pass her&lt;br /&gt;You can turn and say&lt;br /&gt;Softly, sincerely&lt;br /&gt;That you've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time&lt;br /&gt;For someone that's&lt;br /&gt;Not that special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254774854961711?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254774854961711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254774854961711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254774854961711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254774854961711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254771926722785</id><published>2005-11-20T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:35:19.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ame no naka e</title><content type='html'>I’m listening still&lt;br /&gt;For the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And looking for the shine of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about warm embraces&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your hair, still soaked from the rain&lt;br /&gt;Under an unfamiliar sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If those furtive glances and languid sighs&lt;br /&gt;Were all just created&lt;br /&gt;In the recesses of a lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;While the pain caused&lt;br /&gt;By suppressed imagination&lt;br /&gt;Still lies dormant behind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;If the things I feel were ever there&lt;br /&gt;The distance between sleep and wake&lt;br /&gt;Grows shorter with every passing day&lt;br /&gt;And reality becomes unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;When a man is left to his own devices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I can ever escape&lt;br /&gt;Being held down by those shimmering locks&lt;br /&gt;Of long, soft hair&lt;br /&gt;Still damp from the rain&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of days gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254771926722785?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254771926722785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254771926722785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254771926722785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254771926722785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/ame-no-naka-e.html' title='Ame no naka e'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254769220317182</id><published>2005-11-20T23:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:34:52.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion</title><content type='html'>vast skies surround me&lt;br /&gt;while raindrops softly touch my cheek&lt;br /&gt;the wind blows them down my face&lt;br /&gt;like artificial tears&lt;br /&gt;i can't truly cry&lt;br /&gt;i hear my name&lt;br /&gt;spoken by an unfamiliar voice&lt;br /&gt;coming from a place&lt;br /&gt;that i'm unable to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vast skies surround me&lt;br /&gt;as blades of grass lie against my back&lt;br /&gt;bent beneath my outstretched frame&lt;br /&gt;like tiny little dreams&lt;br /&gt;i can't truly realize&lt;br /&gt;i see a face&lt;br /&gt;pleading with soft brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;staring from a window&lt;br /&gt;that i'm unable to open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vast skies surround me&lt;br /&gt;the cooling rain transforms to snow&lt;br /&gt;they cover up my strong hands&lt;br /&gt;like fragile bonds&lt;br /&gt;i still can't escape from&lt;br /&gt;i feel a warmth&lt;br /&gt;from deep inside, lost long ago&lt;br /&gt;that i struggle to release&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254769220317182?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254769220317182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254769220317182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254769220317182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254769220317182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/immersion.html' title='Immersion'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254767255365196</id><published>2005-11-20T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:34:32.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>The snow won't fall -&lt;br /&gt;My time is frozen&lt;br /&gt;In this awkward space&lt;br /&gt;Between autumn and winter&lt;br /&gt;Peace and war&lt;br /&gt;Words and actions&lt;br /&gt;Friendship and love&lt;br /&gt;A place where letters&lt;br /&gt;Handwritten in soft candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Desperately express the shadows cast&lt;br /&gt;By a heart that so frequently&lt;br /&gt;Loses its way&lt;br /&gt;Secret messages&lt;br /&gt;Sealed by frozen teardrops&lt;br /&gt;Released under a sky of&lt;br /&gt;Bright silver stars&lt;br /&gt;Sent along on silent streams of air&lt;br /&gt;Through my own cloudy minjd&lt;br /&gt;And to the woman&lt;br /&gt;Who only acknowledges&lt;br /&gt;All of my spirit&lt;br /&gt;Half of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of my intentions&lt;br /&gt;And none of my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254767255365196?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254767255365196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254767255365196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254767255365196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254767255365196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254765101872724</id><published>2005-11-20T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:34:11.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Convergence</title><content type='html'>Your face shined with&lt;br /&gt;Filtered starlight&lt;br /&gt;Falling through the wintry air&lt;br /&gt;Of the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;That watched as we connected&lt;br /&gt;From distant shores to&lt;br /&gt;One common destination&lt;br /&gt;And before you could even form&lt;br /&gt;That peppermint-sweet smile again&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254765101872724?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254765101872724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254765101872724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254765101872724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254765101872724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/convergence.html' title='Convergence'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254760121162511</id><published>2005-11-20T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:33:21.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>What I need is the rain&lt;br /&gt;The kind that comes&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of snow&lt;br /&gt;On a mild mid-December day&lt;br /&gt;Falling swiftly, bouncing lightly&lt;br /&gt;Off the canopy of a steel-tipped&lt;br /&gt;Black umbrella&lt;br /&gt;That twirls languidly&lt;br /&gt;Propelled by a childlike wistfulness&lt;br /&gt;That draws up from&lt;br /&gt;Silver puddles&lt;br /&gt;Through rainsoaked jeans&lt;br /&gt;Long pea coats&lt;br /&gt;Into my deliciously cold hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254760121162511?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254760121162511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254760121162511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254760121162511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254760121162511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254749503833267</id><published>2005-11-20T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:31:35.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>What warmth flows&lt;br /&gt;From springtime's scents&lt;br /&gt;Passes through womaan&lt;br /&gt;And man alike&lt;br /&gt;Passes over me alone&lt;br /&gt;So what I can't draw from&lt;br /&gt;Warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;I'll take from the hearts&lt;br /&gt;Of pure white blossoms&lt;br /&gt;That don't recoil from my touch&lt;br /&gt;Until the peace stolen&lt;br /&gt;By the cool, cruel April wind&lt;br /&gt;Returns to me once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254749503833267?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254749503833267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254749503833267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254749503833267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254749503833267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254744283973204</id><published>2005-11-20T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:30:42.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were Dreamers</title><content type='html'>When you get some free time&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we go back to that place&lt;br /&gt;Where we grew up, through both deed and philosophy&lt;br /&gt;And reminisce, back to sweltering days&lt;br /&gt;Under the protective arms of&lt;br /&gt;Old sycamores&lt;br /&gt;And willows that we would wrap&lt;br /&gt;All of our futures around&lt;br /&gt;So we could watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beads of sweat banished from my brow&lt;br /&gt;But quickly replaced by the cool evening dew&lt;br /&gt;Gathered on my golden hands&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch memories&lt;br /&gt;Along with fireflies in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes, as I saw&lt;br /&gt;Through the glow of that mason jar&lt;br /&gt;Sparkled with something&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us could pin down&lt;br /&gt;We thought it cruel not to set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you, i've grown weary&lt;br /&gt;Of growing weary&lt;br /&gt;The days of idleness,&lt;br /&gt;So innocently enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Were but a season that faded&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit before its time&lt;br /&gt;So I was hoping, If you had the time&lt;br /&gt;That you'd come back to me, with me&lt;br /&gt;To that distant place,&lt;br /&gt;Where we can both be dreamers again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254744283973204?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254744283973204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254744283973204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254744283973204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19164989/posts/default/113254744283973204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-were-dreamers.html' title='We Were Dreamers'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00496166578408146344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254741981654567</id><published>2005-11-20T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:30:19.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabi</title><content type='html'>When I woke up&lt;br /&gt;I was far beyond the light of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;My hands reached for a pair of glasses&lt;br /&gt;Carelessly left on their side&lt;br /&gt;On the floor next to my pillow -&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did find,&lt;br /&gt;peeking out from underneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;I picked up;&lt;br /&gt;Searched my desk for a silver marker and,&lt;br /&gt;In the straightest, cleanest script&lt;br /&gt;My elongated fingers can possibly produce&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down 'Howard'&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather's name&lt;br /&gt;And next to it, both of my grandmothers -&lt;br /&gt;Ruby and Amanda -&lt;br /&gt;And my step-grandfather Adams as well&lt;br /&gt;Because I realized,&lt;br /&gt;In the shine of today's transcendant dawn&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't show them all&lt;br /&gt;How many steps their boy has taken&lt;br /&gt;They can take them with me,&lt;br /&gt;If only in shared blood, spirit,&lt;br /&gt;And a list of names written&lt;br /&gt;On a black boy's right shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254741981654567?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transcendinglove.blogspot.com/feeds/113254741981654567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19164989&amp;postID=113254741981654567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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forever ties our hearts together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day when we finally&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;That everything is normal between us&lt;br /&gt;When a lifetime’s worth of rising action&lt;br /&gt;Says differently&lt;br /&gt;But before we’re bound by consequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After temptation&lt;br /&gt;Draws my hands to rosy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;And guides your eyes to mine once more&lt;br /&gt;But before the questions raised in the afterglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I take your hand&lt;br /&gt;Lean in and whisper&lt;br /&gt;In your left ear&lt;br /&gt;That I love you, and always have&lt;br /&gt;Because the world will end&lt;br /&gt;Before you say that you love me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19164989-113254738958047488?l=transcendinglove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19164989.post-113254737297012503</id><published>2005-11-20T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:29:32.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>I'm going to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I can be -&lt;br /&gt;And i'd like to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;We could conquer the fields of our own insecurities&lt;br /&gt;And shatter this world of&lt;br /&gt;Falsehoods and half-truths&lt;br /&gt;Into pieces, into shards, fractured words&lt;br /&gt;Because my hands are too fragile&lt;br /&gt;For brick or mortar&lt;br /&gt;And my legs are too stiff&lt;br /&gt;To run the wind down&lt;br /&gt;But if the world can be forged with words&lt;br /&gt;Then even a coward as homely as I&lt;br /&gt;Can construct miracles,&lt;br /&gt;And memories made of pretense and participle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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