<?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-14281339</id><updated>2011-12-12T00:21:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Patchwork of Rhyme &amp; Rhythm</title><subtitle type='html'>Beauty in darkness; darkness in beauty.
Rhyme and rhythm; in bits and pieces.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;Don't crook a smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if we'll make it in time&lt;br /&gt;I know we're on our way some how&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days seed their regrets&lt;br /&gt;Our wrinkles start to show&lt;br /&gt;The trees shed their secrets&lt;br /&gt;In our field of red and gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds and rains touched our senses&lt;br /&gt;And dripped into our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;While taking turns to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we sit through the cold December&lt;br /&gt;No longer afraid of the storms&lt;br /&gt;Our promises to always remember&lt;br /&gt;To dream our way to the warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done out time&lt;br /&gt;Put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;Hearts raised up high and dropped back down&lt;br /&gt;I don't keep score but I think we won&lt;br /&gt;I think we love a little better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown a brow&lt;br /&gt;Don't crook a smile&lt;br 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reality&lt;br /&gt;Like chambers of a human heart&lt;br /&gt;Separated faces of integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust this profound simple truth&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand the gravity&lt;br /&gt;The pull of love and grace are but&lt;br /&gt;Just death, with a little sincerity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4895132143803175924?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4895132143803175924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=4895132143803175924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4895132143803175924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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by firelight&lt;br /&gt;At least, I will surely try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit on both ends like a twig&lt;br /&gt;Trying, dying to be free&lt;br /&gt;I feel the warmth kiss my skin&lt;br /&gt;But my lonely fingers still freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited but not yet allowed&lt;br /&gt;I sit like embers in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;To fill this pit with sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other whisper shall ever do&lt;br /&gt;No other hands have know enough&lt;br /&gt;I sit like embers in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Hoping my fire would be enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-923492488428397990?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/923492488428397990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;i&gt;As I sit here, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Like thousands before me&lt;br /&gt;Some have moved on past&lt;br /&gt;While others stopped to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not stopping, nor rushing&lt;br /&gt;We try to breathe and listen&lt;br /&gt;To the histories around us&lt;br /&gt;And their haunting wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like thousands before&lt;br /&gt;We too come here to sit&lt;br /&gt;Will we learn to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or take a chance with defeat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4378929938715049365?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4378929938715049365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=4378929938715049365&amp;isPopup=true' 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/&gt;Start down the path&lt;br /&gt;Or not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on love&lt;br /&gt;Say it was beyond control&lt;br /&gt;Accept no blame whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;Watch the drama unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do something unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Do it in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;In the vain hope that romance&lt;br /&gt;Was truly sent from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember these words&lt;br /&gt;Just stop there in your steps&lt;br /&gt;You can do what you want&lt;br /&gt;But love won't love you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the way you hoped&lt;br /&gt;Not like your glittery dreams&lt;br /&gt;Love will make you a proud king&lt;br /&gt;Or break you at a whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do it in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Do it however way you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you play the games of love&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell what's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady your impatient hands&lt;br /&gt;And clear your noise heart&lt;br /&gt;These beats that keep you up at night&lt;br /&gt;Is but scripted theater art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all just actors on love's stage&lt;br /&gt;Playing out all our parts&lt;br /&gt;While imitating life and art&lt;br /&gt;Lost and loosing from the start&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3184295650362704369?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3184295650362704369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3184295650362704369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3184295650362704369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the blink of the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And a flutter of the lips&lt;br /&gt;Before I could stop&lt;br /&gt;The chill from your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I would back out&lt;br /&gt;Or ever back down&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3454268200806708108?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3454268200806708108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3454268200806708108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3454268200806708108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;You can still cut me&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Only to shape my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Though never seen alone&lt;br /&gt;Opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Know that it's never empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I held it out&lt;br /&gt;Would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;Not my hands&lt;br /&gt;But my heart, gently&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6158810450565640139?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6158810450565640139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6158810450565640139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Warm as the sun&lt;br /&gt;To chase the nights away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rope, on sight&lt;br /&gt;On the skin of our souls&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are passports&lt;br /&gt;To dreams not yet told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red on your crown&lt;br /&gt;They hint of a legacy&lt;br /&gt;One that only you can write&lt;br /&gt;In the language of love and glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8094587305699152621?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8094587305699152621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8094587305699152621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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me&lt;br /&gt;What the night finally comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frayed wits&lt;br /&gt;A tarnished crown&lt;br /&gt;A Frizzled mane&lt;br /&gt;That's hard to tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of day&lt;br /&gt;Spiked in dust&lt;br /&gt;A heart's hinges&lt;br /&gt;Hampered by rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still onwards step&lt;br /&gt;Hands, knees and feet&lt;br /&gt;Eyes cast forth, stern&lt;br /&gt;To hope's beat we keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-873543958809670713?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/873543958809670713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=873543958809670713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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step, a vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Become full, restless and alive&lt;br /&gt;You were sure you could fly&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that same heart&lt;br /&gt;Grow desperate, quiet and old&lt;br /&gt;Dark beyond the coming night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing somehow, that you could be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days our hearts do falter&lt;br /&gt;Though they try to keep the peace&lt;br /&gt;The flutter of little wonders&lt;br /&gt;Help the wounds feel more at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for hours days and weeks we go&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing like there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Looking but not seeing this&lt;br /&gt;A hint we've avoided all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts have always been one&lt;br /&gt;And two does not make it more&lt;br /&gt;There were no halves to speak of&lt;br /&gt;And love never kept any scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world and words are done&lt;br /&gt;And we return to ourselves again&lt;br /&gt;It's how close we have come back to one&lt;br /&gt;And helped others to become the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is not a lonely or special number&lt;br /&gt;We all have one heart and one soul&lt;br /&gt;We start from one and have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Just so that we can become whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So touch your heart gently today&lt;br /&gt;And understand that from creation&lt;br /&gt;To our eventual retirement&lt;br /&gt;The truthful beat has been constant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel and remember that each heart&lt;br /&gt;Has once been full, ready and alive&lt;br /&gt;From one we've come, and to return&lt;br /&gt;Each beat is a hope, a ticket to life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8521342233273176684?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-9103567515295964856</id><published>2011-02-28T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:06:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Someone oh so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a note that told me to&lt;br /&gt;Never give up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Never stop trying to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I spent my years&lt;br /&gt;Mainly sleeping just to dream&lt;br /&gt;And learning to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too good, it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I blundered on in life&lt;br /&gt;I found another note that told me&lt;br /&gt;Never stop your searching&lt;br /&gt;Always use your heart to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I spent my years&lt;br /&gt;Just looking for the signs&lt;br /&gt;That would never come&lt;br /&gt;And found that love was really blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled, falling, crawling&lt;br /&gt;Through this life again&lt;br /&gt;I found another voice telling me&lt;br /&gt;Something about never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the words could finish&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never make it anyway&lt;br /&gt;And stood up, turned about to go&lt;br /&gt;Arms reached out and asked me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every Never the voice said&lt;br /&gt;I found a reason for my escape&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we tossed this blade&lt;br /&gt;Until we both were running red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I turned around to see&lt;br /&gt;Who I was hurting and refusing&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw that it was me&lt;br /&gt;But older wiser, with poorer vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped my youthful resistance&lt;br /&gt;Felt the tears about to flow&lt;br /&gt;But instead all I managed to say&lt;br /&gt;Was a weak, "Don't let me go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Just asked for two more minutes&lt;br /&gt;Of our time, both his and mine&lt;br /&gt;To share a heart and what was in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop your dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't stop remembering&lt;br /&gt;How it was to be like you&lt;br /&gt;So much to fight, so promising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop your searching&lt;br /&gt;Because the answers will never come&lt;br /&gt;They'll run and hide away from you&lt;br /&gt;Until your lessons are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop your believing&lt;br /&gt;Because love is a fickle mistress&lt;br /&gt;She will test and tease and promise you&lt;br /&gt;She is not easily impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop settle, or give in&lt;br /&gt;To lesser or to easy things&lt;br /&gt;Why be a poor old man like me&lt;br /&gt;Than live like you, a future king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never forget about me&lt;br /&gt;Though you might regret this encounter&lt;br /&gt;Grow old with me and treat me good&lt;br /&gt;For I will one day be in your mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I spent my life&lt;br /&gt;Still stumbling through life&lt;br /&gt;But quite clear now what I must do&lt;br /&gt;In sun or rain, in love or strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To never stop, and never give in&lt;br /&gt;To fight, to hope and to believe&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I remember him&lt;br /&gt;That old man and his precious gift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9103567515295964856?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9103567515295964856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=9103567515295964856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;In time we have found happiness&lt;br /&gt;With time we learn to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Yet in time, we are already forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, sisters; love that was shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things, like sand&lt;br /&gt;That pass our hands in vain&lt;br /&gt;Some grains shall stay in our palms&lt;br /&gt;In time, never to be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time and take time&lt;br /&gt;As we go along our ways&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep and hold on to each memory&lt;br /&gt;As you share it with each given day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6795620995108491304?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6795620995108491304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Was made and sent&lt;br /&gt;From the skies above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That some coins&lt;br /&gt;Were all you needed&lt;br /&gt;To get some of that love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That coffee was fresh&lt;br /&gt;Was unpretentiously black&lt;br /&gt;And could only be brewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That this goodness&lt;br /&gt;Came only in china cups&lt;br /&gt;Not from machines or uniformed crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That nobody could&lt;br /&gt;Truly judge books&lt;br /&gt;By their worn simple covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That authors&lt;br /&gt;Did not just create stories&lt;br /&gt;But created worlds and lives asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That music was a gift&lt;br /&gt;Choosing only a few&lt;br /&gt;To inspire and move all others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That ears could listen&lt;br /&gt;To the daily music everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And marvel at their wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That these feet&lt;br /&gt;Would walk, run freely&lt;br /&gt;When we said, "come over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That these hearts&lt;br /&gt;Were always open&lt;br /&gt;To talk and sing with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That Love was simple&lt;br /&gt;A secret language&lt;br /&gt;Known only be lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That I sleep easy&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;To awake, rise and start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That I could wake&lt;br /&gt;Beside you, thinking&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;That happiness&lt;br /&gt;Was what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Was whenever you looked closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh it used to be&lt;br /&gt;All quite good&lt;br /&gt;Until I started growing older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be&lt;br /&gt;We were used to it&lt;br /&gt;But it's time now&lt;br /&gt;To once again learn to start over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4170481795516950585?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4170481795516950585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=4170481795516950585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4170481795516950585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4170481795516950585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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is your shadow&lt;br /&gt;Separated by light&lt;br /&gt;But always true, following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night&lt;br /&gt;She is a messenger&lt;br /&gt;A whisper from you&lt;br /&gt;Always pleasant, indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this darkness&lt;br /&gt;She cannot be you&lt;br /&gt;Though she never pretended&lt;br /&gt;To be less lovely, or beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night&lt;br /&gt;She holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow without the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9131305159386844913?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9131305159386844913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That books are best&lt;br /&gt;Read by an open fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That stories are best&lt;br /&gt;Told from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;The best part about&lt;br /&gt;Wine is the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That nothing is sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Than unfulfilled desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That souls are brightest&lt;br /&gt;When they struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That light is right&lt;br /&gt;Only when it is dark&lt;br /&gt;And you are needing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;That beauty grows&lt;br /&gt;Only when it is not hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no flowers&lt;br /&gt;Could ever bloom&lt;br /&gt;In the shade of possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just begin&lt;br /&gt;To start to fall in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7129138002872809886?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7129138002872809886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7129138002872809886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7129138002872809886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7129138002872809886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-you-know.html' title='When You Know'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-7474204039045909521</id><published>2010-12-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:41:44.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The storm that was us&lt;br /&gt;The words that we used&lt;br /&gt;In rain we shed our anger&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, our hearts confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing, against the noise&lt;br /&gt;Burdened by these dreams&lt;br /&gt;We move closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Our love tearing at the seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I blind to your trouble&lt;br /&gt;Did I find it hard to resist&lt;br /&gt;The heartaches, pain and breaks&lt;br /&gt;I took as evidence that love exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sheets, this thundering rain&lt;br /&gt;The rising smell of bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Our fingers laced and tore apart&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, love and defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chaotic constellation&lt;br /&gt;Our battered souls and hearts&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped and rolled in madness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like how it was at the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it only now that we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the things we could not see&lt;br /&gt;When in the storm we were not us&lt;br /&gt;But now, apart, we can finally be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the storming that we remember&lt;br /&gt;But all the little things we miss&lt;br /&gt;Now apart and away on our islands&lt;br /&gt;We regret and hang on to these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shall the heavens show again&lt;br /&gt;When comes the sun to stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Apart, between the hands and the heart&lt;br /&gt;We stand, like weary night watchmen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7474204039045909521?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2697452859014019275</id><published>2010-12-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:15:43.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Has Forgottened About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You see someone&lt;br /&gt;You'd love to hold&lt;br /&gt;You see a heart&lt;br /&gt;You'd love to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see someone&lt;br /&gt;Already in that place&lt;br /&gt;You see someone&lt;br /&gt;Loving that face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no plan&lt;br /&gt;And love has forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Left you where you stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid&lt;br /&gt;To tell you&lt;br /&gt;That when you see someone&lt;br /&gt;I only see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;About losing you&lt;br /&gt;When holding back&lt;br /&gt;We would never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no plan&lt;br /&gt;And love has forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Left you where you stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around&lt;br /&gt;Right where you've sighed&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We could yet make this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2697452859014019275?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2697452859014019275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5451426727848647205</id><published>2010-12-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:30:31.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I heard your name today&lt;br /&gt;They asked how you were doing&lt;br /&gt;But I could hardly even hear them&lt;br /&gt;Over the sound of my heart thumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All at once the memories&lt;br /&gt;They came rushing back&lt;br /&gt;How we used to laugh, used to run&lt;br /&gt;Our hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly searched my face&lt;br /&gt;For a good excuse to answer&lt;br /&gt;Said that you were doing great&lt;br /&gt;But inside I knew I was a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be great&lt;br /&gt;After where we have been&lt;br /&gt;Tearing down dark alleys&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely now we stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I turned to go&lt;br /&gt;Like how you say I do&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the pain in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So they won't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't have&lt;br /&gt;Much more to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I would tell them all about&lt;br /&gt;How we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I step outside&lt;br /&gt;Into the cold damp air&lt;br /&gt;My hands still shaking&lt;br /&gt;While my eyes just stared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;The living rock in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our memories, oh they ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was for this to work&lt;br /&gt;But what we got&lt;br /&gt;Was love and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the memories&lt;br /&gt;And the memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5451426727848647205?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-570193150859006597</id><published>2010-12-06T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:35:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;When we're here close together&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the words&lt;br /&gt;And how we used to whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those days and nights&lt;br /&gt;We swore would never end&lt;br /&gt;But now on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;It's the hurt that I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a shiver in my hand&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;With my fingers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;It brings me close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we ever&lt;br /&gt;End up so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Throwing in the towel&lt;br /&gt;Before the time was up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you'll wait&lt;br /&gt;For me to come around&lt;br /&gt;And that you've made up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Never to let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you could only &lt;br /&gt;Read my heart right now&lt;br /&gt;I loved you but this love has&lt;br /&gt;Left me with nothing (nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stumbled through&lt;br /&gt;Almost three years we've taken&lt;br /&gt;From a twist and fearful start&lt;br /&gt;To the fireworks we were making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along those streets&lt;br /&gt;And dreams that we have shared&lt;br /&gt;Hiding all the tears and words&lt;br /&gt;That make us now despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I shake this shiver&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;The thought that we're all over&lt;br /&gt;Brings me close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we ever&lt;br /&gt;End up so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Throwing in the towel&lt;br /&gt;Before the time was up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you'll wait&lt;br /&gt;For me to come around&lt;br /&gt;And that you've made up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Never to let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you could only &lt;br /&gt;Read my heart right now&lt;br /&gt;I loved you but this love has&lt;br /&gt;Left me with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nothing. Nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-570193150859006597?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/570193150859006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=570193150859006597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/570193150859006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/570193150859006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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part&lt;br /&gt;Of healing&lt;br /&gt;Is the wait&lt;br /&gt;Before moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Of it all&lt;br /&gt;Is the choice&lt;br /&gt;To always live, love and forgive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1377598196241021620?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1377598196241021620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1377598196241021620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1377598196241021620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1377598196241021620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/12/hardest-part.html' title='The Hardest Part'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2211195985411163617</id><published>2010-12-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:02:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cropped Stopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Clipped wings&lt;br /&gt;Though for a day&lt;br /&gt;For any bird&lt;br /&gt;Would seem a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cropped short&lt;br /&gt;My mane is no longer&lt;br /&gt;My crown&lt;br /&gt;Lynched and shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned black&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hot with anger&lt;br /&gt;The reins&lt;br /&gt;Have been lashed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless&lt;br /&gt;This cause we're sold&lt;br /&gt;An idea&lt;br /&gt;Noble, until it unfolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitless&lt;br /&gt;The stubborn sparks of hope&lt;br /&gt;Ignite again&lt;br /&gt;Against stoned jaded souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;In the rewards for the just&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;By systemic pessimistic rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concede&lt;br /&gt;That I may heed your orders once&lt;br /&gt;My loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Will not be easily earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until&lt;br /&gt;There is more than just a promise&lt;br /&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;We speak not only to your shadow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2211195985411163617?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2778041628395722256</id><published>2010-11-28T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:29:03.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learnt From My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;He showed me what it was&lt;br /&gt;To finally learn forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;A 28 year lesson&lt;br /&gt;I finally did learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the grace&lt;br /&gt;To watch his face&lt;br /&gt;Forget how we had once&lt;br /&gt;Fallen far from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribed on sand&lt;br /&gt;The lines will wash away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it'll come by time&lt;br /&gt;And turn to stand there&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of hope &lt;br /&gt;And the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the &lt;br /&gt;Lessons from my father&lt;br /&gt;And teach my son&lt;br /&gt;To write it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your kids the stories&lt;br /&gt;That your father told you&lt;br /&gt;Pay it forward&lt;br /&gt;Like an idea when it's due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach them how to dance&lt;br /&gt;And find their voice&lt;br /&gt;Teach them how&lt;br /&gt;To make a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to say&lt;br /&gt;No, or I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it'll come by time&lt;br /&gt;And turn to stand there&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of hope&lt;br /&gt;And the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the&lt;br /&gt;Lessons from my father&lt;br /&gt;And help my son&lt;br /&gt;To write his song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2778041628395722256?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2778041628395722256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2778041628395722256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2778041628395722256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2778041628395722256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-learnt-from-my-father.html' title='Things I Learnt From My Father'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-437319605524117380</id><published>2010-11-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:40:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earned</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of a heart, though alive&lt;br /&gt;One half alone is cold&lt;br /&gt;The other is to be earned&lt;br /&gt;Said Love, from which I stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be some forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Your half is yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;This other you must earn&lt;br /&gt;From the lessons that you weep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, my dear&lt;br /&gt;These steps I take now &lt;br /&gt;There's been just too much pain&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it all some how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you love me very much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time I'll really know&lt;br /&gt;But when words and actions live divorced&lt;br /&gt;Our love child lay abandoned so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start is not possible&lt;br /&gt;It scares me when you ask&lt;br /&gt;I remember all our fresh starts before&lt;br /&gt;And how we have taken them to task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we tore down what we built&lt;br /&gt;How we burned each other with guilt&lt;br /&gt;Angry words and actions spite the soil&lt;br /&gt;That made our love seed wilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fight against a gust of wind&lt;br /&gt;An argument with echoes&lt;br /&gt;In back and forth we push and pull&lt;br /&gt;To overcome these woes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas you cannot change the tide&lt;br /&gt;Nor stop the sun or rain&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my will to fight&lt;br /&gt;To war against your lovely pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give up, give in&lt;br /&gt;I made my choice to surrender&lt;br /&gt;I confess my crimes to love&lt;br /&gt;And await the lonely hammer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-437319605524117380?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/437319605524117380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=437319605524117380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/437319605524117380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/437319605524117380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/11/earned.html' title='Earned'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-3646912056795449779</id><published>2010-11-02T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:21:54.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When the Gods&lt;br /&gt;Speak of Love&lt;br /&gt;They speak of life&lt;br /&gt;And her truth and magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a couple&lt;br /&gt;Speaks of Love&lt;br /&gt;They share in life&lt;br /&gt;And shape themselves by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman&lt;br /&gt;Speaks of Love&lt;br /&gt;She looks on life&lt;br /&gt;With heart and hope romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I, a man&lt;br /&gt;Think of Love&lt;br /&gt;I remember You&lt;br /&gt;Life's beautiful creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lips of subtle poetry&lt;br /&gt;Your loving heart&lt;br /&gt;How they quietly inspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Memories and dreams&lt;br /&gt;They haunt this quiet&lt;br /&gt;These spaces in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Love's coming&lt;br /&gt;When you again shall light&lt;br /&gt;This soul and leave no mark&lt;br /&gt;But a lingering kiss within&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3646912056795449779?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3646912056795449779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3646912056795449779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3646912056795449779'/><link rel='self' 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try&lt;br /&gt;To spread&lt;br /&gt;To our bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's anger&lt;br /&gt;Only anger&lt;br /&gt;They will&lt;br /&gt;Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be running&lt;br /&gt;We'll be flying&lt;br /&gt;Our hands&lt;br /&gt;Held close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby let them go&lt;br /&gt;When the day&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll never know&lt;br /&gt;That I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, ready for&lt;br /&gt;You dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's been tough&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, we know&lt;br /&gt;We can't always&lt;br /&gt;Share it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're strong and&lt;br /&gt;You try to&lt;br /&gt;Hide it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to say&lt;br /&gt;A word, no you don't&lt;br /&gt;Need to say&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just raise your glass&lt;br /&gt;Up to your spirit&lt;br /&gt;To your lips with&lt;br /&gt;Love's words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will know, oh&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we both know&lt;br /&gt;At a touch&lt;br /&gt;We must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Into our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let it fall away&lt;br /&gt;From us tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1946678343551899979?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1946678343551899979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1946678343551899979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1946678343551899979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1946678343551899979'/><link 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/&gt;He picks up the phone&lt;br /&gt;For the 7th time tonight&lt;br /&gt;He' trying his best&lt;br /&gt;With these struggles in his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But he don't know how)&lt;br /&gt;How to make it right and stop all the fights&lt;br /&gt;Pick the pieces up and make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;He's trying his best&lt;br /&gt;But man, these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could never stop this&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on between the lines&lt;br /&gt;When nothing works out right&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're always out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling on through the tears&lt;br /&gt;Holding out against the fears&lt;br /&gt;All you got is hinged on a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That one day, the sun's going to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to lie awake&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;The sound of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Echoes through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know how)&lt;br /&gt;How to build this bridge across this ocean&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out inspite of the hurt and frustration&lt;br /&gt;Dusting myself off&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back for one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could never stop this&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on between the lines&lt;br /&gt;When nothing works out right&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we're always out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling on through the tears&lt;br /&gt;Holding out against the fears&lt;br /&gt;All you got is hinged on a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That one day, the sun's going to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't forsake our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're making us crazy&lt;br /&gt;Love and pain always hazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hold on to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll find our way baby&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than a maybe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-219659379011048284?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/219659379011048284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=219659379011048284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/219659379011048284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/219659379011048284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-one-more-time.html' title='For One More Time'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1746585799782820770</id><published>2010-09-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:14:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;From the beginning&lt;br /&gt;This will be a fight&lt;br /&gt;A slow personal struggle&lt;br /&gt;To get everything right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Before our blood rose&lt;br /&gt;With deliberate harness&lt;br /&gt;Our will upon our toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, no weights&lt;br /&gt;Shall slow us down&lt;br /&gt;Let go, no fear&lt;br /&gt;Shall matter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fingers like soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Rythmic and hard&lt;br /&gt;March on each step&lt;br /&gt;To the beat of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These arms shall muster&lt;br /&gt;The serpents of fate&lt;br /&gt;Whose colours follow close&lt;br /&gt;Our fall their await&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, feel the beat&lt;br /&gt;As we coil to strike&lt;br /&gt;Let go, it is time&lt;br /&gt;Our heart raised in flight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1746585799782820770?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1746585799782820770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1746585799782820770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1746585799782820770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1746585799782820770'/><link 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need&lt;br /&gt;As if I heard a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;A tug at my soul&lt;br /&gt;From the void of memory&lt;br /&gt;And into my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I am now afraid&lt;br /&gt;While you are there&lt;br /&gt;I stay put and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for a call&lt;br /&gt;But for a sign&lt;br /&gt;A quiet stuboorn hope&lt;br /&gt;That I am still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we would have given&lt;br /&gt;For love and its consequence&lt;br /&gt;What we'd never know&lt;br /&gt;Of life and its coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the next step up&lt;br /&gt;Speaks of duty and faith&lt;br /&gt;When the next step beyond&lt;br /&gt;Is closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge of me&lt;br /&gt;The edge of imagination&lt;br /&gt;To grab you by the dreams&lt;br /&gt;Into a new religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This step that we could make&lt;br /&gt;Our dig at ever after&lt;br /&gt;Too soon? Too long?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of what's after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that turn today&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will again one day&lt;br /&gt;And I will still hear that sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a heart that cannot be bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7475752872922552831?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7475752872922552831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7475752872922552831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7475752872922552831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7475752872922552831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/08/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-6497009813156654595</id><published>2010-08-09T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:18:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When today was not enough&lt;br /&gt;When love leaves you wanting&lt;br /&gt;When you find it tough&lt;br /&gt;And your heart feels fast sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise you already shall be&lt;br /&gt;Should you consider slowly&lt;br /&gt;With calm heart and hands&lt;br /&gt;To part the fog firmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls have much strength&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts much forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;If we should still be kind&lt;br /&gt;When today was not enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6497009813156654595?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6497009813156654595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6497009813156654595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6497009813156654595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6497009813156654595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/08/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-9034530517100522211</id><published>2010-07-01T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:50:43.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Let passion burn you&lt;br /&gt;And dreams bear truth&lt;br /&gt;May love be in your favour&lt;br /&gt;And kindness keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps most of all&lt;br /&gt;I hold with faith still&lt;br /&gt;That love shall seek you out&lt;br /&gt;And she shall complete you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this I can do without&lt;br /&gt;More than I forgave&lt;br /&gt;No more shall I want&lt;br /&gt;Not my soul to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you, love&lt;br /&gt;For you it shall be&lt;br /&gt;That roses were for you&lt;br /&gt;And the thorns, for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9034530517100522211?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9034530517100522211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=9034530517100522211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9034530517100522211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9034530517100522211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/07/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8914305180922171718</id><published>2010-06-07T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:08:46.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands of Time (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At the turn of a sigh&lt;br /&gt;A life will be taken&lt;br /&gt;With no gun and no knife&lt;br /&gt;But small decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things we feared&lt;br /&gt;They would happen&lt;br /&gt;These were the things we swore&lt;br /&gt;We'd never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the gradual&lt;br /&gt;Touch by the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Before it's time to leave&lt;br /&gt;We eventually see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the view of what's right&lt;br /&gt;Action must be taken&lt;br /&gt;We punch and we fight&lt;br /&gt;Till we hear our truth spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defence of our fears&lt;br /&gt;In revenge for our tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things we said&lt;br /&gt;That would happen&lt;br /&gt;These were the things we swore&lt;br /&gt;We'd never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the gradual&lt;br /&gt;Turn by the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to leave&lt;br /&gt;We hope we will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verge of madness draws nearer&lt;br /&gt;The light and dark as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mend our ways with fervour&lt;br /&gt;In hope we're not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things we sought&lt;br /&gt;Not to happen&lt;br /&gt;These were the times we learnt&lt;br /&gt;To let things be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the cleansing&lt;br /&gt;Touch by the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to leave&lt;br /&gt;We will come to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8914305180922171718?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8914305180922171718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8914305180922171718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8914305180922171718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8914305180922171718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/06/hands-of-time-1.html' title='Hands of Time (1)'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2666498111557809645</id><published>2010-05-03T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:48:30.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Today I felt&lt;br /&gt;A youthful mind&lt;br /&gt;Her secret language&lt;br /&gt;Of whats and whys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the wind&lt;br /&gt;Rain, stars and sky&lt;br /&gt;About animals&lt;br /&gt;And bugs that fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw pretty things&lt;br /&gt;Dared to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;She saw ugly things&lt;br /&gt;And did the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me why&lt;br /&gt;I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;All the while staring&lt;br /&gt;As if into my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played and she learnt&lt;br /&gt;About this world&lt;br /&gt;While I held high&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For while we played&lt;br /&gt;It was she who taught&lt;br /&gt;While letting me&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she's young&lt;br /&gt;While I feel old&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that&lt;br /&gt;It mattered not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, she'll grow up&lt;br /&gt;Faster than she knows&lt;br /&gt;Alas, slowly&lt;br /&gt;The apple's core will rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time and meandering&lt;br /&gt;Story line&lt;br /&gt;For years, like rocks&lt;br /&gt;Developed mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shielded myself&lt;br /&gt;Against the fears&lt;br /&gt;I slowly let&lt;br /&gt;My heart grow cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not give up&lt;br /&gt;Give in, or give out&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to keep&lt;br /&gt;So very still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand like grass&lt;br /&gt;Against the storms&lt;br /&gt;To hide a soul&lt;br /&gt;That was slowly ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for years&lt;br /&gt;That I was fine&lt;br /&gt;When I've lost&lt;br /&gt;My will to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt&lt;br /&gt;Her youthful mind&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration&lt;br /&gt;That was only nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I loved&lt;br /&gt;A youthful mind&lt;br /&gt;Her secret language&lt;br /&gt;Of smiles and laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to tell&lt;br /&gt;Everything I knew&lt;br /&gt;And in return, she&lt;br /&gt;Showed me all about love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2666498111557809645?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2666498111557809645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2666498111557809645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2666498111557809645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2666498111557809645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/05/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-7298760085000205125</id><published>2010-03-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:40:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I miss how the strum&lt;br /&gt;Of your words&lt;br /&gt;Fall on my ears&lt;br /&gt;Through to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inspired to live&lt;br /&gt;Without hope&lt;br /&gt;Of living without&lt;br /&gt;Your love as an art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world was complete&lt;br /&gt;Inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your smouldering sigh&lt;br /&gt;Of pure Autumn gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clearly you see&lt;br /&gt;I believed&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;That we'd never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I believed in a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;For you, I believed in a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;With you, I belived in a fairy world&lt;br /&gt;With you, I would try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I received&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;A whisper of hope&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end to my questions&lt;br /&gt;The doubts&lt;br /&gt;The whos and the whens&lt;br /&gt;With your touch I'd mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I woke to find&lt;br /&gt;You were gone&lt;br /&gt;Already awake&lt;br /&gt;And staring away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I knew&lt;br /&gt;That I had loved&lt;br /&gt;Given too much&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you had become my fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I had built up my fairy world&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe like a pearl&lt;br /&gt;Only you, could make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could change&lt;br /&gt;The way we once were&lt;br /&gt;Not him, or Him&lt;br /&gt;Or any other lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;And long to hear&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of home in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were more than a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;That I was part of your fairy world&lt;br /&gt;Now you've grown beyond just a fairy girl&lt;br /&gt;It's your time to fly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7298760085000205125?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7298760085000205125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7298760085000205125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7298760085000205125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7298760085000205125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/parallel.html' title='Parallel'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-459414125121158724</id><published>2010-03-15T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:02:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;They came here to share &lt;br /&gt;What One had spoken &lt;br /&gt;They told me that all wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Would now be forgiven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard how they called &lt;br /&gt;To faces unseen&lt;br /&gt;Their voices sang praises&lt;br /&gt;Both aloud and within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked for me to pray&lt;br /&gt;They asked for me to try&lt;br /&gt;They offered me new ways&lt;br /&gt;To leave my doubts behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked upon their faces&lt;br /&gt;I could see no lie&lt;br /&gt;I smiled my awkward answer&lt;br /&gt;But envied their burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played my part and followed&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on to their beats&lt;br /&gt;A heart that once was hollow&lt;br /&gt;Is trying to be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, their faces have shown&lt;br /&gt;That I did not do well&lt;br /&gt;I could not hide my yearning gaze&lt;br /&gt;My struggles they could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many questions&lt;br /&gt;That kept my door closed tight&lt;br /&gt;I've had too many friends&lt;br /&gt;Like reason, doubt and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parted feeling God-less&lt;br /&gt;Not fit or meant-to-be&lt;br /&gt;I wondered about my lost ticket&lt;br /&gt;For their spritirual journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them it must be simple&lt;br /&gt;A complete divine surrender&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how I should have felt&lt;br /&gt;When I received their offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stop this believing&lt;br /&gt;In all that's here and now?&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever give up this magic&lt;br /&gt;Through reason which I've found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Love came around the same&lt;br /&gt;And offered me her ways&lt;br /&gt;Again I smiled my answer&lt;br /&gt;To her come-what-may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas and again we parted&lt;br /&gt;My door stood tightly shut&lt;br /&gt;Her key could not undo the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Or fill a missing part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd not do this again&lt;br /&gt;She swore she'd never stop&lt;br /&gt;A promise to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Like waves against the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could love and God be one&lt;br /&gt;My door has kept shut out?&lt;br /&gt;Condemned to search an eternity&lt;br /&gt;Before the key is found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I still feel God-less&lt;br /&gt;Not fit or meant-to-be&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about my lost ticket&lt;br /&gt;And Love's promise to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-459414125121158724?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/459414125121158724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=459414125121158724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/459414125121158724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/459414125121158724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-less.html' title='God-less'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1714494226702913027</id><published>2010-02-14T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:24:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's 20 past the one&lt;br /&gt;As I write this line&lt;br /&gt;I know it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;But who's keeping the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we let it go&lt;br /&gt;Today we'll stay up late&lt;br /&gt;To usher out the unrenewed&lt;br /&gt;And welcome fresh Spring fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lights or in red&lt;br /&gt;In tradition's buzzing glee&lt;br /&gt;Some shake, some touch&lt;br /&gt;And some we simply let be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not all gaps or rivers&lt;br /&gt;Were meant for us to bridge&lt;br /&gt;Just as lovers will fight&lt;br /&gt;Before love's bounty reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands and arms held open&lt;br /&gt;Or closed in bowed greeting&lt;br /&gt;Let us receive this canvas&lt;br /&gt;Of shades that we all bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out not only with the old&lt;br /&gt;And cheer not only for the new&lt;br /&gt;But keep instead a heart so bold&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and living, fresh as dew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1714494226702913027?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1714494226702913027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1714494226702913027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We thought&lt;br /&gt;We knew and wanted more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we know&lt;br /&gt;We love&lt;br /&gt;And kept our scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let these candles&lt;br /&gt;Chatter&lt;br /&gt;And dance and soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, babe&lt;br /&gt;Our gift shall peer&lt;br /&gt;Through love's open door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5325644341305873276?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5325644341305873276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5325644341305873276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to be your date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But where we are now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who we have become&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we condemned to be free&lt;br /&gt;Or will our time ever come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or must I still wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I haven't felt m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure of anyone to-date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5330355297186571725?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5330355297186571725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There were some days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all I'd do is play&lt;br /&gt;In search of something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it was fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days in the sun&lt;br /&gt;One of them led me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'd found&lt;br /&gt;Your whispers haunting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thoughts of you to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the days passed by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They moved so quickly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I left you in the cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way that our love goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build it up just to let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the leaves fall outside our windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll live fast just to die slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why we let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That you came back to me&lt;br /&gt;After all that I've put you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "go get a grip&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever quit&lt;br /&gt;I'm not leaving until we're through"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then all the times&lt;br /&gt;When it seemed impossible&lt;br /&gt;That we would find our way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stood in silence, holding&lt;br /&gt;My hand just to stay strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They said, "there is a way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to yesterday;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a way for us to be good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That what they had said was true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seemed impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For us to find a way home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through the fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We figured we'd be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as we don't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way that the world goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning past before you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though the doors and windows have closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're fast but still we're too slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1016871025480094910?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1016871025480094910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1016871025480094910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1016871025480094910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1016871025480094910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-it-goes.html' title='The Way It Goes'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1491169883622374630</id><published>2009-09-10T09:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:13:30.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other End Of The Sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She likes chasing fire flies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insists that she is shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll wake at seven just so to stay in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can't seem to sit down still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat shellfish until she's ill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll say it's hot and then almost catch a chill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll never give into her dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'd rather work it out slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rocks and trees she touches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make more sense than destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she'll throw it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like sipping on red wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go climbing on a line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or spend the day curled up to a book instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd jump right into a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make music or to dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With or without shoes I'd not care what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd love to lose myself to dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And run along with their journeys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather stay awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And waste my time instead of sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because this life is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never what it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like two bright revolving stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've travelled oh so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To spin across the sheets from cheek to cheek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know it's easy to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To draw the lines that don't meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In time we'll roll from opposite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ends of the sheet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there'll be no need for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Counting silly sheep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1491169883622374630?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1491169883622374630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1491169883622374630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dawn would come without the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I gave in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resigned to stay tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I grieved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For prayers unanswered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't say a word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's alright that we're quiet,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My angel seemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To read my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A gift I will give to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money and time won't buy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When words, they don't travel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can give it a try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's both big, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd it's little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's an end, and a start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all, and it's nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give the language of my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My angel's words stitched me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like silver needles fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across my living patch-work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a bold defiant line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to say thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanted to ask why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She should grant me such gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In spite of my crimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But alas, my angel flew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With less than a goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She left as she had come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon my lonely sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7526972922643103566?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7526972922643103566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7526972922643103566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7526972922643103566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7526972922643103566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/angelic-nothing.html' title='Angelic Nothing'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2530444671414101108</id><published>2009-08-04T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:50:49.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Wreckage (a poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take some time to count your fortunes&lt;br /&gt;Know that nothing here will last&lt;br /&gt;Neither have they been elusive&lt;br /&gt;Fading fast, fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't waste your beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall behind under&lt;br /&gt;These tides of strife, down here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, you must rise above the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Up from dark times before&lt;br /&gt;See it all fall away around you&lt;br /&gt;See it fall, fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't hold these wings in chains&lt;br /&gt;These practical chains&lt;br /&gt;Open these hands and let&lt;br /&gt;The wind carry you away, away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2530444671414101108?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2530444671414101108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2530444671414101108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2530444671414101108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2530444671414101108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/above-wreckage-poem.html' title='Above the Wreckage (a poem)'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-7964853511778889924</id><published>2009-07-23T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:45:19.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SncShQLsxrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Y3I0sdBA9I8/s1600-h/IMG_7572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777843524257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SncShQLsxrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Y3I0sdBA9I8/s400/IMG_7572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long to lie beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long to come alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your arms again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wine was our secret language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no words were needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To convince me to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was all you needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm helpless tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrendered to your charm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seduced by your gentle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisses against my arm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please tell me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You miss what we have shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it was more than just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reaching out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your tenderness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your gracefulness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've barely scratched the surface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or have we gone so deep that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've both lost our ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm lost inside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be contented just to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let you be all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll ever need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm helpless tonight&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered to your charm&lt;br /&gt;Seduced by your gentle&lt;br /&gt;Kisses against my arm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please show me tonight&lt;br /&gt;That you miss what we have shared&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;Voices round my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll come reaching out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;To keep this tenderness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a gentle kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SncShQLsxrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Y3I0sdBA9I8/s72-c/IMG_7572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2263478154259315435</id><published>2009-07-13T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:00:25.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your eyes they look right through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your smile it seems to say you've given in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd fallen for each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A memory that wouldn't fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We broke the hush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU CARRIED ME DOWN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARMLY IN YOUR ARMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BURIED AND HELPLESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWIRLING IN YOUR CHARM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL THAT WE HAVE MADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS NOTHING MORE THAN SAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITHIN OUR HANDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLIPPING OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLIPPING OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST LIKE SAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE WERE JUST LIKE SAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since then our corners wore off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our edgy began to fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Often at night I've wondered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we had come to throw it all away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hearts will mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO CARRY US DOWN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THROUGH THE HOURGLASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOST AND DISTRACTED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAITING FOR OUR TIME TO PASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELP ME TONIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS VOICE WITHIN MY HEAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS EVERYTHING YOUR TOUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAD EVER SAID&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLIPPING OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUNNING OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THROUGH MY HANDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING MORE THAN SAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave me with some hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I can't remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever falling this far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you leave tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember all we had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't nothing more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than noise inside our heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fading out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slipping out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through our hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long to wake beside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To turn and reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your hand again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2263478154259315435?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2263478154259315435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2263478154259315435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2263478154259315435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2263478154259315435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/sand.html' title='Sand'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8744324162413948525</id><published>2009-07-08T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:56:24.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll be no bells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No angel choirs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor the tinkle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of shattered pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slipping through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilty fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There may be tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll be emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words exchanged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blows felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there'll always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be solitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An empty quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lays in wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No noise, no peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sense of loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A growing hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll be no prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mercy for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None for the in-between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8744324162413948525?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5412140565407686207</id><published>2009-07-08T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:51:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I tried to forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried my best to ignore it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To keep it out, away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pain within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got lost again while trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From searching now I'm crawling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell fast and hard, away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've crashed again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in our rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carry me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the rain is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you keep me warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave your light on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To guide me on the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I can rely on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To turn the night into the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night may pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart will last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll live through the crash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried to reason the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried to try the ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried to go down easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't stop your tears fallen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When each promise lay broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been through hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my lofty sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in our rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We lay crashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5412140565407686207?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5412140565407686207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5412140565407686207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5412140565407686207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5412140565407686207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-819613583774198223</id><published>2009-07-07T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:43:17.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Haunting Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Was it you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who looked me right in the eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said that you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would never see me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who reached out for your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And said that we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would never say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In between we've lived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And burning hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refusing to let this die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one was in pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another would wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take their place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To soothe the hurt, or just try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would we have thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That when no one else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could or would understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stroy behind why we cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all we knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels all so temporary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragile tenderness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a bird waiting to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put out your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And rest your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our ethereal love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let the world pass on by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you, and it was me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who said, hush now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This truth is only yours and mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-819613583774198223?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/819613583774198223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=819613583774198223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/819613583774198223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/819613583774198223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/haunting-love.html' title='A Haunting Love'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-9007044906936430542</id><published>2009-07-06T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:27:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When dusty souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That have oft wandered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And turned every corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In search of worthy wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driven by hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pursued by yearning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts that refused quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel the fire burning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But alas the night oft falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a silent guilty hush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To leave no gold or silver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the blur of day's rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let not your ears and heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay down their arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To give in or up in the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against all that may come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There shall be one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A magic though small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would still move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each heart she calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen! To all the things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is trying to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the music in your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she won't be far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let each beat urge your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each note dance for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each crescendo bring you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And feel her warmth bring you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music, oh how she still moves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In mysterious ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To sing along and away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These nights into days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the nights and days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please say that you'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9007044906936430542?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9007044906936430542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=9007044906936430542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9007044906936430542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9007044906936430542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5216972346014016829</id><published>2009-06-29T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:57:32.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming In Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had a dream, once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in an alley, smoking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a dank November night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under a old streetlamp, waiting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your set had just started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could hear the trumpet sighing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should be in the wings now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pearl in this dark clam stirring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, you are a passionate red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your marble skin and crown opaline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But each time I feel you pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still drown in your sultry wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dragged out deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my only thread to sanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smoke from my cigarette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calm the nervous soul within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is jazz of Shanghai that you sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But hints of abandon that you give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each night I help you to the stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each night you give me a little more to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the orange glow, I linger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming to your whisky-laced purr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing that there was a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me to take you away from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more nights at seedy joints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more parading to the wolves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though somehow I think you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your appetite I could never soothe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since I had that dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s never been the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard your sighing everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my soul whispers your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5216972346014016829?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5216972346014016829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We've always looked to the skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to things our eyes cannot see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With hands and borrowed words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll try to keep our hearts afloat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there'll be no startling signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That fate has finally found me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No thunder breaks above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No holy script to serve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me the heart w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill prove it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll make the sense within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even as the mountains wear and fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let our faith build the bridges in between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond seasons, the time and tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As wrinkles claw our skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll stand true with our hearts beating alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let truth become our guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I remember black skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night that fell around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How my heart began to hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I searched with prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you will finally find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it all began to blur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your voice was all I heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me the heart will prove it all&lt;br /&gt;It'll make the sense within&lt;br /&gt;Even reason shall bend and fail&lt;br /&gt;Let the beats build the bridges in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond seasons, the time and tide&lt;br /&gt;As sands sweep across our skin&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand true with one beating rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And let our hearts be our guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1010169594628923400?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1010169594628923400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1010169594628923400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1010169594628923400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pursued by yearning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts that refused quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel the fire burning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But alas the night oft falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a silent guilty hush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To leave no gold or silver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the blur of day's rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let not your ears and heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay down their arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To give in or up in the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against all that may come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There shall be one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A magic though small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would still move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each heart she calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen! To all the things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is trying to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the music in your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she won't be far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let each beat urge your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each note dance for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each crescendo bring you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And feel her warmth bring you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music, oh h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ow she still moves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In mysterious ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To sing along and away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These nights into days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the nights and days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please tell me you'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5494795536352012778?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5494795536352012778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5494795536352012778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5494795536352012778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5494795536352012778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-how-she-still-moves-me.html' title='Music: How She Still Moves Me'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1426811924117200204</id><published>2009-05-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:23:01.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Twilight rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, twilight rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your enigma&lt;br /&gt;How it soothes my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against a crown&lt;br /&gt;Of purple white clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shyly peek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your whiskey brow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warm, yes you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You touch me so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a sincere blush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trimmed in gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please say that you'll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you'll come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only once on each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In such sweet rapture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We meet for just a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you'll always go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving me your sorbet smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight rose&lt;br /&gt;Oh, twilight rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1426811924117200204?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1426811924117200204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1426811924117200204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1426811924117200204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1426811924117200204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-rose.html' title='Twilight Rose'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-693658989528623230</id><published>2009-04-24T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:11:35.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stoned, cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These eyes glazed over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thin, worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands feel older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like blood on snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A soul is tainted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreversible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold and jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no, not you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You kept me awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With touch and smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;When twilight comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll bring a beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hearts still beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;With time and tide&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on flowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you fear o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;r fall behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing to you this lullaby&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Until again you're ready to try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-693658989528623230?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2093342158131663546</id><published>2009-04-22T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:04:52.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's been too long since&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've touched these keys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're dusted over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like these dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But on a pre-dawn morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thought struck me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sentient arrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rekindled memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a certain flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a certain name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a certain heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That refused to be tamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I sought you out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searched the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your cloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes, your words they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still burn bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2093342158131663546?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2093342158131663546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2093342158131663546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2093342158131663546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2093342158131663546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-flame.html' title='The Old Flame'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5054400117478996695</id><published>2009-04-22T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:03:10.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Must Be More</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll break these chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll dust these ties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like an idea prime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be denied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For long we have stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On much we have waited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has all but become jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the tired sun set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pay it no mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For it's the dawn that we prepare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The coming of our time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5054400117478996695?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5054400117478996695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-4081698354042508555</id><published>2009-03-01T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:20:27.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Song Has No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A tune stands alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contemplative and free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the burdens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of any lyrical duties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her form is flowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her soul pulses strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A secret chime of a mandolin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outlines her heart's song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A choir of clean strings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They join in step now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chopping, a slow storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brewing, they drum a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch from beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't ignore the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel my pulse quicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my feet can't touch the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bells, then a heavenly choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They climb, they call out above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By her command&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her, a pulsing nerve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a wild wind blowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Channeled through my doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She whispers a storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That explodes to a roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She goes on, and on, and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She won't let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want anything else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world was paved in gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has no name (she says so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her soul bears no words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she makes not signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But whirls me enchanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh who are you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within my universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are now my only sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4081698354042508555?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8471784372631005885</id><published>2008-12-09T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:07:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These doors I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay open and closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They speak to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urging for a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through one and another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked on, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Often I wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About right and wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I found no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching blind and broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I was hoping for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chance, a door still open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then through the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You opened doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And brought your light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show much more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, I was found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was blinded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your light ended&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was not the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was not the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the door closing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That put out your light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left, shut and alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wander on again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it could have gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a whisper of your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm holding on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I'm holding out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since your dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8471784372631005885?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8471784372631005885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8471784372631005885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8471784372631005885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8471784372631005885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/shut.html' title='Shut'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2610294209003271587</id><published>2008-12-06T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:19:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/STqW5hV8C8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/IaFqZofKVTk/s1600-h/061220081205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/STqW5hV8C8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/IaFqZofKVTk/s400/061220081205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276695828365052866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On my flaming steed I've riddern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the winds would lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've come to here from afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be precise, 15 kilometers so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the rain hads been kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It yields an unexpected find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A precious hidden sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A treasure by the fading light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where have I been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've discovered a backyard sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's you that I can't forget.&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/14281339-2610294209003271587?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2610294209003271587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2610294209003271587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2610294209003271587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2610294209003271587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-rain.html' title='Through The Rain'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/STqW5hV8C8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/IaFqZofKVTk/s72-c/061220081205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2092276185366255558</id><published>2008-11-15T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:48:58.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In every boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In every girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should see their worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless their soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With words of old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teach them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And keep them real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show them doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between the walls&lt;br /&gt;Give them strength to walk&lt;br /&gt;On through them tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To live and learn&lt;br /&gt;To dream and yearn&lt;br /&gt;And not to bend&lt;br /&gt;And simply wait their turn&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/14281339-2092276185366255558?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2092276185366255558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;At last we've closed this chapter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last one forgives another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story of our twisted fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A weary heart, finally given up on hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I forgive you," were her words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That showed me love, beyond the hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how badly we had to burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lessons in blood, we had to learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I had long forgiven you," I prayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In return, a reality I never did say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what can one do but to apologise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again to soothe a wounded disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At long last, exoneration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been so long since we spoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between what we've done to against the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There could still be hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hand or a fist, by which we meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is our choice, with love or in defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We met in love, and parted by fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down rained her fists, I was cursed as a liar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This heart how it has crawled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your lap and onto the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time and you have now forgive this cage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Risen, has hope, above this wreckage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, you were strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't say enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the irony of love wronged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-433568332770214590?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/433568332770214590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=433568332770214590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/433568332770214590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/433568332770214590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-723179912431509612</id><published>2008-09-25T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:57:54.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Peaceful mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O' peaceful heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In these dark times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're far apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impatient I wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your graceful touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need it so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To carry me forth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When these fights get old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these days between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do treasure much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I've learnt and grown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we're apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your will to stay or go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot mould&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll stay true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you'll promise so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-723179912431509612?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/723179912431509612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=723179912431509612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/723179912431509612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/723179912431509612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-55241822793114644</id><published>2008-08-28T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:24:00.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look away, look out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the clouds and the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn you eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look up, look around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've looked at this path too often&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live strong, live true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's still hope yet in your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay true, stay firm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not let this valley crowd your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say a prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe, you must believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In you, this land, and the warm sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-55241822793114644?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/55241822793114644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=55241822793114644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/55241822793114644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/55241822793114644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-away.html' title='Look Away'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1088252246401634350</id><published>2008-08-21T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:20:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Rain Do The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This whirlwind in the brain box&lt;br /&gt;Above a beating flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try and try to figure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it will never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the universe should conspire&lt;br /&gt;To choose a left from right&lt;br /&gt;Or between an obvious fire&lt;br /&gt;And a subtle pondering night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shall be no one's blame&lt;br /&gt;When it's all like a game&lt;br /&gt;Each roll of dice or punches&lt;br /&gt;Was never meant to be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so with each new morning&lt;br /&gt;Within my beating chest&lt;br /&gt;I pray to see you smile again&lt;br /&gt;And let the rain do the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1088252246401634350?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1088252246401634350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1088252246401634350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1088252246401634350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1088252246401634350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-rain-do-rest.html' title='Let The Rain Do The Rest'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1882713172769987800</id><published>2008-07-20T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:02:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ink and smiles bring Seasons Greetings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T'is the season for thanks-giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou tummies fill do turkey roasts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hearts that warm under mistletoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A season, a reason - to rejoice and cheer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time, a rhyme - to cheris all that is dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For seven days and endless nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through mind and bory, we've had to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To push, to pull - to goals we'd try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps one day we'll really fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But wings I need not to walk on clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your hands grace mine, I have no doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On napkins, a parcment of women wood hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carve a river through lyrical dare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An ode to you, a christmas wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bow to Santa's nice-naughty list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must've been good for a whole long time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get my present so soon yet fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess my wish for snow has to wair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now, a white christmas can't beat your date!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A first in years, i've never felt more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way your twinkle drowns out the roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wat crowd, what din, what joyous chaos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All replaced, all parted by the prayer of yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Merry Christmas 2005,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Kiat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*scribbled across a Starbucks Coffee napkin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2765674377818832825</id><published>2008-07-09T08:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:49:36.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I woke to the rain this morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looked out onto the streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was looking for a sign of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whisper of hope, that you were coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught in the drops and winds that swept me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I saw your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for a moment it was alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, the moment's gone and I'm alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said a prayer and felt it touch the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like these kisses from heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all came crashing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To remind me of all that I have missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I took a breath and closed my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to hide away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep all that was cold inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drive the lonliness away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The space beside me is still quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been empty for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No soft familiar breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead a slow burn yearning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught in the thoughts and sighs that turn inside&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had it all&lt;br /&gt;Now with the drinks the dreams they come alive&lt;br /&gt;And make me want you more and more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said a prayer and felt it touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like these kisses from heaven&lt;br /&gt;They all came crashing down&lt;br /&gt;To remind me of all that I have missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss the rain and let it wash over your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and open your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold out your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for a moment forget what you have missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2765674377818832825?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2765674377818832825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2765674377818832825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2765674377818832825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2765674377818832825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-am.html' title='5 a.m.'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8735709555458228437</id><published>2008-07-06T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:17:27.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Play like a film&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before me, slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those good times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very much so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere, not now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place, this face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These things you shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are kept close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a teardrop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they are not mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These journeys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They inspire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And show me much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I shall from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember and l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start my own film&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together with yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8735709555458228437?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8735709555458228437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8735709555458228437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8735709555458228437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8735709555458228437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/photographs.html' title='Photographs'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-3332431341648987090</id><published>2008-06-21T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:44:59.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SF0TUWjbV1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/CCD4SychsMQ/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214345183937386322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SF0TUWjbV1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/CCD4SychsMQ/s400/DSC01058.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more sunset, sliding past the six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more moment dressed with grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We know the night comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'd be a shame to let it pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On so little the night we must last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beg the loveliness to stay&lt;br /&gt;When the colours fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you believe the night will end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you believe the sun will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can open your eyes and your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the love between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the sunset will be yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will be yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We flew in on the same winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We loved the memories they bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a while, it was perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the moments and day did pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With so little, the nights we must last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your loveliness did stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset couldn't burn it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said, believe the night will end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe the sun will come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, open your eyes and your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To this love between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset will be yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset will be ours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now comes the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset will be ours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunset will be ours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3332431341648987090?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3332431341648987090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8789262955050831209</id><published>2008-06-16T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:40:11.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I walked across an empty street,&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by a street lamp&lt;br /&gt;In the drizzle to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touched the earth, embraced the air&lt;br /&gt;Felt all the life around me&lt;br /&gt;To the tip of my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, simple words&lt;br /&gt;How you have come&lt;br /&gt;Found me in yearning&lt;br /&gt;Then took me into your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a simple fate&lt;br /&gt;Not complex thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close and&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to live on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came upon a lonely tree,&lt;br /&gt;Felt the glancing raindrop&lt;br /&gt;Like your  generous kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read your words&lt;br /&gt;Those precious gifts&lt;br /&gt;They seem to always make me complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, simple words&lt;br /&gt;How you have come&lt;br /&gt;Found me in yearning&lt;br /&gt;Then took me into your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a simple fate&lt;br /&gt;Not complex thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close and&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to live on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we just go&lt;br /&gt;To a place where only we know&lt;br /&gt;To share and learn about the reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why no one else shows&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;In a place where only we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8789262955050831209?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8789262955050831209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8789262955050831209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8789262955050831209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8789262955050831209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-rainy-night.html' title='One Rainy Night'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8502684392888698285</id><published>2008-04-21T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:06:21.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Touch of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If Heaven meant to lead us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through these gates of stone and fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Fate meant to show us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just how impatiente we were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If choices had always given us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything we wouldn't choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if life has frequently taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we'd rather not lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What choice of knowing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A choice for the willing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or a force of the able&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty as an aged fable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you'd rather turn away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you can just step aside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen as a wind blows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across this great divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond the yester yearnings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the anguish of tears denied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A candle truth shall be our light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compassion will then be our guide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sit, stop and stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With each step come a breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly, open thy inner eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To embrace the reasons why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In little over a revolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In more than a few words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shall be shown more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than you could have heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fight not stubborn battles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dig deep no furrowed brows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compassion does not insist equals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just an inner smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8502684392888698285?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8502684392888698285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Through your gates &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrying all I cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;My heart aflamed, I cannot hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my Aphrodite, a goddess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes, they are like mirrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;They show what I could not find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lips have whispered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections, sweet beyond time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how your eyes tease me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;How your sighs, they fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my endless imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of bitter regret transformed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no comfort in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;No chance of passing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can, but also must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confess a dream, a wanton secret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want, so much I shouldn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stop, so many words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you done to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can remember is a craving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-320538230173183225?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/320538230173183225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=320538230173183225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/320538230173183225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/320538230173183225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-6691683496854198478</id><published>2008-04-01T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:57:07.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take time, give time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do what you would between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But remember, none shall pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the winds have changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mountains will wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posseidon's Will shall stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we yearn and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With our right to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue to hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop not the breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beating living dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let no heart sing alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each pass we meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each ridge we crawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall fade and yield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we meet them bold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it is not with wayward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strength that we beat them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with courage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we try to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to yield to whims&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor to bend to trials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to serve a great mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A strive for self-mastery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take time and give time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And think, think, think&lt;br /&gt;Think to find, to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see and be one, with time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6691683496854198478?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6691683496854198478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6691683496854198478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6691683496854198478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6691683496854198478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-3948913474687712385</id><published>2008-03-13T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:35:58.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Inspires</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why do we sail,&lt;br /&gt;For a face, a name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or for fairytale gold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To touch with Gods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel their wisdoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know the truths they may hold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For inspiration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In desperation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or simply to get out, out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is pointless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She would only show me myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond my promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beneath my hopes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She believes there is more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without favour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She chooses me for now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She inspires without sides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I shall never go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3948913474687712385?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3948913474687712385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3948913474687712385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3948913474687712385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3948913474687712385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-inspires.html' title='She Inspires'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-9142273210331972378</id><published>2008-03-07T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:31:46.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;17 minutes overdue, I received a concerned piece of advice; thus followed this piece, dedicated to the unexpected moments of impending realisation, of powerful inspiration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Before I Go"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have challenged the tides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debated the winds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And questioned the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wisdom to me, profound,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only with a greater patience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They make me feel young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make myself feel righteous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To that, they will only smile, and wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who follow the Gods,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss their steps, worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know their songs," they said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Will find neither heaven gates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor hell fires; only love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am silenced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Release yourself and allow us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From thy fervent prison;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of burning faith and conviction."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am all but quiet, in the company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a beating guilty nod within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot ignore my heart, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fight not these blameless angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To demand a worldly miracle,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They continue, piercing my shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Walk with feet of own,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly only with wings given.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try not and confuse not the two."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For you and We are one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not the same. Go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I went, along, away; aware.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9142273210331972378?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9142273210331972378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=9142273210331972378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9142273210331972378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9142273210331972378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-i-go.html' title='Before I Go'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2220006371266206709</id><published>2008-02-19T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:42:33.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes From Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;From deep within&lt;br /&gt;Our canyon stalls,&lt;br /&gt;We emerged burnt&lt;br /&gt;From giving it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where lies the truth&lt;br /&gt;A balm to soothe?&lt;br /&gt;What hearts we've laid&lt;br /&gt;Upont them these lines of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we tire&lt;br /&gt;As they conspire&lt;br /&gt;To break us down&lt;br /&gt;We will run today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD THE COLOURS DEEP AND FAST&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS OUR BRAND NEW START&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHT WE SHALL RESIST&lt;br /&gt;RISE UP TODAY, TO A PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we tire&lt;br /&gt;Of their desires&lt;br /&gt;To hold us back&lt;br /&gt;We must run today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT THE WAVES DEEP AND FAST&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS OUR CHANCE TO START&lt;br /&gt;OUR FEARS SHALL CEASE&lt;br /&gt;AS WE RISE UP, TO A PROMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SHALL RISE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;THSI IS OUR PROMISE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2220006371266206709?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2220006371266206709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2220006371266206709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2220006371266206709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2220006371266206709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/minutes-from-departure.html' title='Minutes From Departure'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5892523055257317062</id><published>2008-02-15T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:18:25.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I long for a touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The light to put out the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whisper that lingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between me and the edge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long for the mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thought that would not leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fire burning up slowly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heart, a willing captive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray for one more chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To breathe this mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be close to Love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos everything I know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like everything I hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no truth that I can take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no truce that I can make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I long for you, again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the nights you’re near me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all your mysteries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the fire you brought me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray for one more chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make these verses more than&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty sounds and empty words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I finally know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the chance I want to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the times to truly live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re one last chance that I’d take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been burnt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’m still on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you come around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and your mysteries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re a mystery…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m on fire…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its's Valentines Day today, I'm longing to be on fire. Burn me again, won't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're lighting up another night somewhere out there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always crazy that way. You're always beautiful that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why you've always had a way. That's why you're a mystery, at the edge of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn me again, won't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5892523055257317062?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5892523055257317062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5892523055257317062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5892523055257317062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5892523055257317062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-fire.html' title='On Fire'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5396463089580353739</id><published>2008-02-14T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:33:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These points we’ve chosen&lt;br /&gt;Along our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They form our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step with another&lt;br /&gt;One point, one day&lt;br /&gt;One breath by you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across, over and beyond&lt;br /&gt;We walk, step to fly&lt;br /&gt;Away from mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only truth to heart&lt;br /&gt;We remain on these paths&lt;br /&gt;And push on with tenacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each point we may choose&lt;br /&gt;Shall lead to another&lt;br /&gt;Arriving, a renewed destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5396463089580353739?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5396463089580353739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5396463089580353739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5396463089580353739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5396463089580353739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-293406769689806248</id><published>2008-02-03T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:16:52.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your skies have turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black&lt;br /&gt;No more familiar sounds&lt;br /&gt;To come home to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made me whole&lt;br /&gt;And made me smile&lt;br /&gt;When nothing was ever enough&lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THERE'S JUST A SPACE&lt;br /&gt;WHERE YOU ONCE LAY&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S YOUR FACE I SEE&lt;br /&gt;IN EVERY PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew just what&lt;br /&gt;You've done for me&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to carry you&lt;br /&gt;And give you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll break my fall?&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're far away&lt;br /&gt;Who'll help me carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THERE'S JUST A SPACE&lt;br /&gt;WHERE YOU ONCE LAY&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S YOUR FACE I SEE&lt;br /&gt;IN EVERY PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that all dogs&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I say that of all dogs&lt;br /&gt;You were my heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THERE'S JUST A SPACE&lt;br /&gt;WHERE YOU ONCE LAY&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S YOUR FACE I SEE&lt;br /&gt;IN EVERY PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHO IS GOING TO SAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU'RE GONE?&lt;br /&gt;WHO'LL WATCH OVER ME&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU'RE GONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because loss was will never be easy to deal with. No, not for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-293406769689806248?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/293406769689806248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=293406769689806248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/293406769689806248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/293406769689806248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-for-friend.html' title='Song For A Friend'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-7177211309991363319</id><published>2008-01-30T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:59:02.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Should the world come crashing&lt;br /&gt;When life itself seems spinning&lt;br /&gt;Can no one set this right&lt;br /&gt;Will we last this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast it all into the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Watch the fire come to life&lt;br /&gt;Breathe like you’ve got nothing to loose&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is a life we must choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brink of another life&lt;br /&gt;An enigmatic sign that it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;We shall rise above today&lt;br /&gt;To find it all, ready to go our way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7177211309991363319?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7177211309991363319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7177211309991363319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7177211309991363319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7177211309991363319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-out.html' title='Running Out'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-4835575398612462867</id><published>2008-01-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:51:03.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Behind the calm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beneath the quiet breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A spirit remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready for the test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind the burning memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A desire brews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yearning for release&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the winds open your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let time guide your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe in a brand new start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got to find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You suffer the burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a persistent hopefulness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though paths cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And doors led to emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday held little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing was what it seemed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had to find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To wake from this bad dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let the winds open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let time guide your way&lt;br /&gt;You'll make a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;Believe in a better day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you stop believing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it all seems to stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dreams become faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your hands become jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got to find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the winds open your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let new dreams spread your wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, to a new start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, pray and fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4835575398612462867?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4835575398612462867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=4835575398612462867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4835575398612462867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4835575398612462867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-7674734363233415380</id><published>2008-01-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:44:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh hills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our loyal chaperon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How gentle you are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show us your rivers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lights and your people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our enigmatic guide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How warm you are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To come to wrap us for only hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your glow and your blessings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our lasting companion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How constant you are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early to rise and last to sleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never tire of whispers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor fail to go unoticed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Chiang Rai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our loving parent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you have give us all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From hills to sun and wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've shown us your people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through them, ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JKLM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-7674734363233415380?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7674734363233415380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=7674734363233415380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7674734363233415380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/7674734363233415380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/hillsong.html' title='Hillsong'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2882682855903955137</id><published>2007-12-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:54:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Christmas Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'O Christmas Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What joy your whisper brings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have no snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor cosy glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That fireplaces may bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we'll still bring joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With carols and toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all our hearts shall sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2882682855903955137?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2882682855903955137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2882682855903955137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2882682855903955137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2882682855903955137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-wind.html' title='Christmas Wind'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1819336058251878904</id><published>2007-12-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:24:11.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R1WLg7dkSEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gvhYl7eOU6k/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140167947547068482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R1WLg7dkSEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gvhYl7eOU6k/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be our concierge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be our chaperon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;May our words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be the threads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That bind us closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than time could ever do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are no dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your eyes on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am no fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that we're one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the toll of midnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas we shall part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like fairy tale lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to our savage gardens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall miss the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The song and the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That could have made us dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or made us complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a part of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That refused to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1819336058251878904?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1819336058251878904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1819336058251878904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1819336058251878904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1819336058251878904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/12/wine-again.html' title='Wine Again'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R1WLg7dkSEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gvhYl7eOU6k/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-2635515719936480443</id><published>2007-12-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:12:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I watched you move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of my desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glowing and defiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An auburn fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stepped and jumped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your stage sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audienced in darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were second to none&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I melt away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the one and many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I had been one of your many?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dancer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You inspire so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet give me so little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the slightest touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When at last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The curtains call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When thunder erupts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And roses fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I couldn't breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you spun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That dance into a myth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within your bow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There lies your answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was for you, all this while,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Given in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Received in grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dance is the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bringer of days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-2635515719936480443?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2635515719936480443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=2635515719936480443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2635515719936480443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/2635515719936480443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/12/dancer.html' title='Dancer'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-8336937166630271370</id><published>2007-11-28T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:23:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incidental Art #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R02GhK_x4wI/AAAAAAAAABs/iAv97McqyW8/s1600-h/DSC_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137910654345274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R02GhK_x4wI/AAAAAAAAABs/iAv97McqyW8/s400/DSC_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R02GZ6_x4vI/AAAAAAAAABk/57YC1pJ-Vwk/s1600-h/DSC_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of being me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost in my crow's nest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick of giving my best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to have my mates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a fiery rebate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you care to switch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your days for my ditch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from safe harbours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the arms of thunder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-8336937166630271370?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8336937166630271370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=8336937166630271370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8336937166630271370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/8336937166630271370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/11/incidental-art-2.html' title='Incidental Art #2'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R02GhK_x4wI/AAAAAAAAABs/iAv97McqyW8/s72-c/DSC_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1023900339460224185</id><published>2007-11-28T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:28:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incidental Art #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R0yyCK_x4uI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Lptm63oDUQ/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137677025304240866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R0yyCK_x4uI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Lptm63oDUQ/s400/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a quiet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A burden removed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From shoulders tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a while, soothed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In that passing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within that peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes were willows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sighing to the breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy! What I had found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a secret garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within stony fields&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Hope beneath my burdens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-1023900339460224185?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1023900339460224185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=1023900339460224185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1023900339460224185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/1023900339460224185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/11/incidental-art-1.html' title='Incidental Art #1'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/R0yyCK_x4uI/AAAAAAAAABc/9Lptm63oDUQ/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5927273526829647445</id><published>2007-10-30T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:48:17.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My pages are freckled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worn by casual hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My skin, it's endured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The breath of another land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love still runs as deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unchanged as before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I let you in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you'll want more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started out prestine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All crisp and brand new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I've turned vintage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you say I'm still lovely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you adore my new look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But so quickly returned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From whom I was took&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes more than time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To scarr a clean look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What once was given&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shouldn't be returned, like this book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5927273526829647445?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5927273526829647445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5927273526829647445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5927273526829647445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5927273526829647445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-returned.html' title='A Book Returned'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-4499809946899891228</id><published>2007-10-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:45:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the wind-swept avenues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain-cleansed streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A torrent of leaves crackle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a whip against my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The endless drops roll on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From above against our skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against the walls we hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging for the warmth within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sheet of rain came greeting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold silk of welcome for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each step I took within them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brought kisses both wet and free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Years ago I used to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To share my song with the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These days my old heart wonders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If these bones would protest in pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, rainy night, you ease my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bring to me much joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With playful wetness and quick carrasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night, she is your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-6963394136697033322</id><published>2007-10-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:11:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountaineer's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing rock, O' singing rock&lt;br /&gt;For whom do you song?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hear your glories&lt;br /&gt;Long after I am gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are waiting&lt;br /&gt;I hear your whispering winds&lt;br /&gt;I miss your strong character&lt;br /&gt;That bend my soul to a whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you have been patient&lt;br /&gt;Teaching me in silent grace&lt;br /&gt;That I may know your secrets&lt;br /&gt;If only I pledge my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing rock, O' singing rock&lt;br /&gt;How I dream of your song&lt;br /&gt;In my nights of engineered reality&lt;br /&gt;I will return, it won't be long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6963394136697033322?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6963394136697033322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6963394136697033322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6963394136697033322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6963394136697033322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparked a desire to have and hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was the flame against my night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But it cannot happen," I was told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the bitterness I felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The anguish my reality dealt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I must bend like the others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not follow what I felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But these moments are wise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For possession has a great price&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be paid by captor and captive both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For love to be bound in its device&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is free must remain so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lest we forbid love to grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cannot keep what we cannot hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much less fit pure love into a mould&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After much deliberation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reconsidered the situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I already loved her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without the meaningless posession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;==============================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried many times before to "love" so many people, only to end up temporarily elated by the illusions I chose to see and believe. But this peace is fragile, and indeed none of my previous "loves" lasted very long. Not to say that I wasn't serious about them, but I certainly didn't know what was truly wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only beginning to see that many of the things I've done in the past have stemmed from my obsessive pursuit of purpose and romance. They have undoubtedly shaped me and convinced me of some approaches in life, where some of my greatest mistakes involved trying to possess what was once free, and to force love to conform to my romantic ideals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah such mistakes do not reveal themselves easily or quickly, because we would surely have been blind in our pursuits; our mental gaze tunneled by our personal histories and past baggages. A continuous and thorough evaluation of one's life would be necessary to begin the journey of self-discovery -- for it is only after finding yourself, that you can truly find, and love, someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6488516073288666375?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6488516073288666375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6488516073288666375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6488516073288666375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6488516073288666375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-already-love-her.html' title='I Already Love Her'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-1415067261031323801</id><published>2007-09-11T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:49:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Your Dreams For Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Catcher, oh dear catcher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you hold my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you save them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In those precious gems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That wink at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the night wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see in your eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The promise of truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hope for the missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catcher, oh dear catcher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How dear you are to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish for your magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To keep my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd guard my secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd stop the tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd help me learn to save&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dreams for another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;These black wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though are old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their strong sweeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lend a power so real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh if only I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep this up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've much to learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of this new art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=====================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the rollerblades :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3814059329614987818?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-5607902413950799603</id><published>2007-08-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:50:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I had a dream last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were in my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it felt right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was unexpected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't dare consume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The grace of your affection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your shoulders nuzzled me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hair whispered scents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your face I couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew your shape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had seen it before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burned into my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew your smell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that soothing warmth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were like a spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas, who you my dear are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to guess by far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now I'm left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With your lingering love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sigh of your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5607902413950799603?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5607902413950799603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5607902413950799603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5607902413950799603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/5607902413950799603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-3755438390322557897</id><published>2007-08-17T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:42:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These streets&lt;br /&gt;They are filthy&lt;br /&gt;These rags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't fit me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's here for all to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm poor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born into your destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no name&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm a son-of-a-bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;Another name from their lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She might as well be dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's got drugs in his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I look like a angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I would soon be legal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These walls, my home, cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At night they come, bold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the backstreets of Calcutta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I've known is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3755438390322557897?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3755438390322557897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3755438390322557897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3755438390322557897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3755438390322557897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautifully-broken.html' title='Beautifully Broken'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-6093934061830859719</id><published>2007-08-09T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:32:46.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no excuse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no use,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hide the love&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love you gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love I saved&lt;br /&gt;Inside this heart&lt;br /&gt;Afraid yet enslaved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've both had our truths,&lt;br /&gt;We've both had to choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wine became vintage&lt;br /&gt;Its full bouquet bloomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lived these years&lt;br /&gt;With our romantic fears&lt;br /&gt;Too old for this philosophy,&lt;br /&gt;Too young to stay clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool to have longed&lt;br /&gt;To have waited wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you wished me love&lt;br /&gt;All along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6093934061830859719?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6093934061830859719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6093934061830859719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6093934061830859719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6093934061830859719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I Wish You Love'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-4772236400726746213</id><published>2007-08-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:36:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Over Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We'll lay it bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;In her cozy care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll fight the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share out these fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With creased smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And endearing frowns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a mellow flame&lt;br /&gt;We're warm with pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time will be our mistress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight she keeps our secrets,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our shattered pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dearest misses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will surrender,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quietly confess to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While speaking of clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like dreams and doubts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-4772236400726746213?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4772236400726746213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=4772236400726746213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4772236400726746213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/4772236400726746213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/08/confessions-over-tea.html' title='Confessions Over Tea'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-6594003721206827849</id><published>2007-07-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:51:10.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;FOR IAN:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I've learned to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been told that I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should understand this rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marked in black and white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live well and give your best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there will come a test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is beyond its grasp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can teach death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I was young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was stubborn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too darn quick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my sleek wit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too soon your eyes grew shut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against my late compassion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon your marble altar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wished I hadn't judged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A loss is still a loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your wake come many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We offer our late praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For life's greatest lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6594003721206827849?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-866184863568275949</id><published>2007-07-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:14:20.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;rule the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rule the seasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring the wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring her flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;endless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there she rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on jewel throne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;graceful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but she cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those opal eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's so much pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no one close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all she gives is not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it can get really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;==============================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty in darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darkness in beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One's perspective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another's prejudice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-866184863568275949?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14281339.post-9148393435980366460</id><published>2007-07-02T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:58:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One For The Twilights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taste the morning in her kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feed the beast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steal it from her blushing lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One by one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers sing of giving in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yearn for more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking can be such sweet sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because when morning comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This bliss shall die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the coming of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must run and fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I shed my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fears and all my years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You strip me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we breathe in the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with molten souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bliss it sings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In silent choir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For just a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel it melt away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leave us here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence&lt;br /&gt;In each other's silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much is in vain&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;There was so much pain&lt;br /&gt;That we forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come alive before&lt;br /&gt;The mornings come&lt;br /&gt;Before we're silenced&lt;br /&gt;And it's really silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-9148393435980366460?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9148393435980366460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=9148393435980366460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/9148393435980366460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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all that I can take&lt;br /&gt;You give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to stop&lt;br /&gt;Against the hands of clocks&lt;br /&gt;To buy some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hope in time&lt;br /&gt;That this would all be fine&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;With all my memories&lt;br /&gt;I make believe&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-5739574945993781978?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5739574945993781978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=5739574945993781978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Like a dreamers' love&lt;br /&gt;Spun in gold and glitter&lt;br /&gt;Thrown like wind blown cinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a truth&lt;br /&gt;A truth about my loves&lt;br /&gt;Two enchanting, ironic loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your free and lively natures&lt;br /&gt;I fear to live and leave about&lt;br /&gt;But cannot live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chase after your halos&lt;br /&gt;To chase but not to steal&lt;br /&gt;To seek that secret thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave to hold but just a while&lt;br /&gt;Your tender brilliance&lt;br /&gt;Your fragile spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas I will lose you&lt;br /&gt;For you cannot be owned&lt;br /&gt;Not by my choice alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see the question is&lt;br /&gt;Not if I could love you&lt;br /&gt;For I surely do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not if you could love me&lt;br /&gt;But if you&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm finally happier now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing what I did not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still ignorant about a whole lot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-6155127133621355175?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6155127133621355175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=6155127133621355175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6155127133621355175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/6155127133621355175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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feast not&lt;br /&gt;Rather be the feast&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of legends&lt;br /&gt;For there is no sweeter ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Than the nectar&lt;br /&gt;That is the yearning of your heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received these blessed words from an old friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These words are simple, but I don't know what they mean. I read them over and over again, only to find myself lost in their dreamy rhyme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so jaded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you come back and save me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14281339-3718850010902143649?l=madpatchwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3718850010902143649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14281339&amp;postID=3718850010902143649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3718850010902143649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14281339/posts/default/3718850010902143649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madpatchwork.blogspot.com/2007/05/hardest-things.html' title='The Hardest Things'/><author><name>madpoet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjfVVtT_MYI/SiZAiC396dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/hhmGqJVi6AI/S220/190220091399.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
