<?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-4989893883877763706</id><updated>2011-11-13T21:39:01.724-06:00</updated><category term='2001'/><category term='1993'/><category term='1992'/><category term='2002'/><category term='1998'/><category term='1991'/><category term='2000'/><category term='1990'/><category term='W.F.T.M'/><category term='1989'/><category term='Asheron&apos;s Call Character Back Story'/><category term='1994'/><category term='1999'/><category term='1997'/><category term='2007'/><category term='B.O.W.'/><category term='1996'/><category term='2008'/><category term='1995'/><title type='text'>Blackout Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts from behind the conscious mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5035918039529316069</id><published>2008-07-30T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:11:53.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Many Thoughts, No Structure Part 2</title><content type='html'>So this is what is like to feel your mind break.&lt;br /&gt;So this is what it is like to hide away in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History repeats itself all too often.&lt;br /&gt;We try to learn from it only to put our hand back into the fire&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought noting could pull me through&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You came in to light the way&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand and lifted me off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance encounter to share a moment of time to know what it feels like to be heard&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want the night to end&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to go back to reality of our lives apart&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright smile worn thin with time spent wondering if there is more out there to be seen&lt;br /&gt;A soft touch that tells me there is a love hidden deep inside waiting to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm eyes looking into mine hoping for the moment to be eternal&lt;br /&gt;A gentile voice telling me that for all the good we feel this was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate laughs when you realize that you are not really in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this will ever be something more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if we will ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;But that night will be cherished&lt;br /&gt;That night will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first spoken word&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we were meant for something more than just being two passing strangers in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plane ride is all we will ever have&lt;br /&gt;It was one night to be together and share everything in our lives&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind as I sleep these memories never end&lt;br /&gt;Moments of time frozen to remind me of what cannot be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5035918039529316069?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5035918039529316069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5035918039529316069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5035918039529316069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5035918039529316069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2008/07/many-thoughts-no-structure-part-2.html' title='Many Thoughts, No Structure Part 2'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7159008518627915306</id><published>2008-06-30T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:43:38.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Many Thoughts, No Structure Part 1</title><content type='html'>As of late there have been many good and bad things happening in my life. All of which have sparked me to try and write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I can only get out a few incomplete sentences down then it all disappears. Over the last few years I have longed to write like I once use too but I do not think it will ever come back the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently gathering up all the "random" thoughts i have tried to put into poems, lyrics and other writings and will post them up here for those that wish to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7159008518627915306?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7159008518627915306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7159008518627915306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7159008518627915306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7159008518627915306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2008/06/many-thoughts-no-structure-part-1.html' title='Many Thoughts, No Structure Part 1'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4442577718364070782</id><published>2007-02-19T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:03:21.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'>Crying Heart</title><content type='html'>My heart is torn, unfilled, and empty&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me but I can't love you the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to tell myself that I felt the same&lt;br /&gt;I've lied to myself to make me think the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that one day I would feel the same as you&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that I would never hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I hurt&lt;br /&gt;In the end I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying knowing that what I've done is wrong&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying knowing that that it's time to move on&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying because we've both hurt for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Note I don't believe this is finished.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4442577718364070782?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4442577718364070782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4442577718364070782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4442577718364070782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4442577718364070782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/02/crying-heart.html' title='Crying Heart'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-870733048256686914</id><published>2007-02-01T08:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:06:50.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asheron&apos;s Call Character Back Story'/><title type='text'>The Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;--Part 1—&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With in the mists of neither space, lying between worlds. A long faceless  figure stands watch over his Queen. The mist that surrounds him swirls with  emotion. Hughes of color reflect off his crystalline shield as he stands ever  watching and waiting for what ever threat may come to harm his Queen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time does not pass in this place; he knows not how long ago he was awakened  from his slumber. He only knows that he is a mere shadow of his once physical  self called forth to protect his Queen. No emotion is shown on his face. His  eyes continue to stare into the void watching, waiting...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In an instant a flash of memory passes.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Welcome my friend, what troubles you?" A voice asks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I have come to ask a favor of you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Sure, anything for a friend. What is it you need me to do?" The voice  returned. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I need..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the mists the figure shakes his head as a presence snaps him back to the  duties of his watch. It was his Queen with her strength regain. "Protect My  Queen" The words raced through his mind. As he fortified his watch so that  nothing would distract him again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;--Part 2—&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“How long do you plan to stand watch over me?” Raevyn asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Until I am no longer need my Queen.” The figure responded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“The threat I had for seen in my weaken state has come and passed. In the end  it was no threat. I am sorry I called you to my side for nothing. I was not sure  of his intentions when he returned here. It was hard to sense in my weakened  state.” She said apologetically. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I will stand watch here for eternity if need be my Queen. If that is your  desire…” The figure replied.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Raevyn with a sigh spoke softly, “I know…I know you would, but you have  chosen your path so that you may return to the living world upon my return.  Therefore I can not keep you here any longer. You need to return to your  slumber. I have interfered enough with things as it is. I wish to have some  things return to the way they were.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sorrow crept across the figure face as his normally blank features began to  form into a familiar face Raevyn could recognize for the first time. She managed  a slight smile seeing it. In her heart she knew the figures feelings for her,  she sensed them with in the mists that surrounded them both. She could also see  it in the face of the figure before her. Like massive windows, his eyes reviled  his deepest feelings for her. She wanted to say something to him, but could not  for the feeling was not mutual. Her love was dedicated to another. Looking down  for a moment with another sigh she returned her eyes to the face before her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Raising her hand and placing it on the figures chest before her she spoke  caringly to him, “Return to your slumber and dream my friend.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking into the eyes of the figure before her one last time she saw tears  begin to form. She could sense his spirit resisting her as she tried to send him  back to where he came from. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Let go and return. You have been here too long and he needs you. Return and  make him whole once again.” Raevyn said reassuringly. With a final push of her  powers the figure began to dissipate and join the mist that surrounded her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Part 3--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He did not want to go back. His Queen freed him from the haven the he had now  felt become his prison. Why...why did she send me back? The words rang in his  mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Darkness surrounded him once more. Isolated once again from all living things  corporeal and incorporeal. His desire to stay at the side of his queen was not  granted. He was for the first time alone. He could not even feel the once  familiar presence that kept him company when he first started his slumber so  long ago. He was fully awake this time. Trapped in the darkness of another man's  soul. His mind raced with the thoughts his Queen, his once familiar friends, the  mage that he asked to seal him away..... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*********************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I need...."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Go on my friend. Is it that difficult for you to ask me for a favor?" a  voice asked. "My young warrior I sense you are troubled. Tell me what it is  maybe I can help."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"She...is...gone...." the young warrior choked out the words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Ah...I see you had fallen in love? And she left you...hmmm...” the voice  responded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"No, it was my Queen, she had left this world...." the young warrior said  softly as he looked into the face of the old sage that sat before him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stroking his long beard the Sage thought for a moment and replied,  "Oh...hmm...well that is news. If I remember correctly you had some feelings for  her. Did you not?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The young warrior lowered his head, "Yes..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Well that is nothing to be ashamed of my boy," the Sage scoffed out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Yes it is when she is your Queen and she is married!" The young warrior  quickly responded. "I can't help it....it is not right for me to feel this way,  to think that way...she is my Queen...and she is now gone."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"So you feel guilty for never telling her and you feel ashamed for having  these feelings for her? Am I right?" the sage responded in a strong tone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Yes...” the young warrior stood up.”I shouldn't be bothering you with  this..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Bother me?! You know you are always welcome here. Now you came here for help  and I plan on giving it. You know, I've never seen you this depressed since..."  he stopped mid sentence when he noticed the young warrior's glare bearing down  on him before continuing, "Voriig left you behind."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--Part 4--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The words dug deep into the young warrior's heart and twisted his guts into  knots as flashes of memory crept into him mind. The old sage was right he was  hurt after his first patron Voriig Kye disappeared as well. That was the first  time he felt truly alone in this new world. Alone and scared. Alone due to his  dedication to his patron and mentor and scared due to the lack of ties with  others that he had. He had become family less when Voriig left and knew of no  one to turn to in times of need. He swore to himself he would never get that  close to another again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Ah, but my young warrior, have you already forgotten the rest of your new  family?" The old Sage added perking up an eyebrow. "What about Circe bint So the  one that brought you into the Queen's house and introduced you to Sun Gin? You  are still with Sun Gin are you not?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The young warrior sighed, "Yes I am still with Gin, but I have not seen Circe  for some time now.”The young warroir sat down again and began to rub his  eyes.”Ack, am I going crazy? Have I let my emotions take control the better of  me, I don't remember being this messed up before..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old sage stood up form his large desk and approached the young warrior.  Putting a hand on his shoulder in reassurance he said, "My boy, you are just  reacting to another person close to your heart leaving this realm of Dereth. You  went through allot when Voriig left, that's understandable, he was your Monarch  and patron. This time it's just your monarch, you still have your patron. I'm  sure things will be fine. From all the things you've told me about this Sun Gin,  he seems to be a great and kind man to know. You should honor that and know that  he will always be there for you when you need him." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You are right, Sun has been a great mentor and patron. Better than I could  ever hope for," the young warrior said admittedly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You see, even you can see the good in bad situations. Really I was beginning  to get worried there for a second about you. You seem a bit off your rocker,"  the old sage chuckled as he moved to a shelf that had a small cabinet on it.  Opening the cabinet he pulled out a vial and handed it to the young warrior.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking at the blue glass the young warroir looked questionably at the old  sage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Just a little something to help you rest tonight that's all. I think you  could use a good night's sleep." The old sage smiled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Thank you, you're right, I should get some rest." The young warrior said as  he stood and prepared to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Take care my friend and get some rest." The sage replied. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With two friends having said there final goodbyes the young warrior left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old sage sat at his desk thinking after the young warrior left. With a  sigh he leaned back in this chair and began to look out the window through his  ceiling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"That boy...I've never seen him like this. For him to be that upset over his  Queen...truly that is not like The Brother I know..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking back at his desk the old sage sighed as he decided to get back to the  translations he was working on. The more he works though the more he thought  about The Brother. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Closing the tombs on his desk the old sage sighed, "It does no good to work  if all I can do is worry about him." He decided to clean up his desk and stop  for the night, it was getting late and he wanted to get up early tomorrow to go  see how The Brother slept. He hoped his sleeping potion help him. He knew The  Brother needed it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Locking the door to his home the old sage snuffed out all but the candle he  was holding to illuminate the walk to his room. It was a cold night and the wind  began to pick up and blow hard against the shudders of his windows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"My my something in the world is unhappy," the old sage muttered out as he  prepared for bed. Blowing out the candle he turned in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;********************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the darkness a heart beats fast. The sounds of strained and hurried  breaths drown out all others. He was running, running fast. The places looked  familiar, but some how twisted out of shape. He only knew to run and run  far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just then a bright light flashed he sees himself standing over an old man  sleeping in his home. The old man seems cold form the draft that has crept into  his room through the night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A dark voice rings... "He stands in our way my brother, do not let him block  our...your destiny." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He sees himself raising his hands clutching a sword high over head. Staring  at the old man he speaks.... "I have no choice....all must fall....."He thrusts  the sword down upon the old man sleeping piercing his back and though until it  stops at the hilt. Twisting it then retrieving it just a quickly from the old  man's body.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old man screams in pain, but it was short lived as he saw himself cleave  off the old man's head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A dark vice rings again... "Now on to the next..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wiping the blood off the sword's blade with the blanket that was starting to  become soaked with the old man's blood the decapitated head moved and the face  was revealed. In horror he watched himself step back from the bed. "That  face....That face...no....No..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*********************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"NO!!!!!!!" The Brother woke in a cold sweat. Rubbing his eye to help him  focus he looked around the room he was in. He didn't see anything in the  darkness and lay back down on the bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking up from where he lay he shook the nightmare out of his mind. "Just a  dream....just a dream...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-870733048256686914?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/870733048256686914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=870733048256686914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/870733048256686914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/870733048256686914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/02/awakening.html' title='The Awakening'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2199885239720341470</id><published>2007-01-31T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:54:46.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asheron&apos;s Call Character Back Story'/><title type='text'>The Division</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[[Another one of my unfinished Asheron's Call stories]]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Part 1--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The day was warm, Lanacan always enjoyed the warmth of the sun upon his face.  Sitting atop the Yanshii rock he looked around at the destruction that was  around him. With a sigh he remembered his brief stay with in this town, the  people he met and how they had made him a better person. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Why have I come back here," he thought to himself, "I have no real tie to  this place like the others of my family."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"My family...." He thought to himself about how he missed them much. Only  briefly seeing them for a few moments here and there when he had a chance to  break away from his studies. Sun Gin, Pud, Ralley, Holy, Whisper Jordi and  Brastius, how he missed them his closest friends. He knew that in time he shall  see them again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the sun began to set Lanacan decided to return to his studies. With a  short incantation he entered portal space. In an instant he emerged face to face  with the Crystal that sat outside his home...his home, how it now seems more and  more like a tomb than a house as each day passes by. He longed for the hunt  again....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sitting at his desk he began to look at the piles of tombs scattered across  it. He couldn't get the images of his friends out of his head. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I cannot study like this" he said to himself and decided to retire for the  night. It was early, but Lanacan felt drained from the thoughts of his  family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blowing out the candles around the room he turned in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Part 2--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lanacan tossed and turned in bed. Restful sleep was fleeting more and more  with each passing night. Tonight however something was different. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you forgotten me also?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lanacan woke in a cold sweat. His covers strewn onto the floor from his  movements. Shaking his head he sat up and looked around him. It was morning; the  sun light was beginning to creep down the stairs that reflected off the glass  that sealed his map of Dereth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The words that woke him echoed shortly in his mind until they faded away into  nothingness. He thought to himself that maybe all his studies were beginning to  affect him or that he was becoming depressed over not seeing his friends all  that much anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lanacan decided to get up over trying to return to sleep. Walking over to his  wash basin he poured the sold water into it and splashed it on his face sending  shivers shivering through his body. Wiping his face he looked into his mirror.  His face looked worn, as if he had not slept for days. In truth he knew he had  not truly slept well for weeks now and his image in the mirror was reminding him  of that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He put on his robes and sat on his couch staring out the window that over  looked the plains below. In the back of his mind something was not right.  Something was tearing at his conscious. He tried to dismiss it, but it clung to  him to tight. "Ok, Lan...your starting to scare yourself" he said aloud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Getting up off the couch he grabbed his Baudren. "Time to get something to  eat" he thought to himself. Saying a small incantation he shortly found himself  next to the Lifestone in Rithwic and headed for the Inn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Part 3—&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Good Morning to you, stranger,” Barkeep Ricetha said to Lanacan as  he entered the Inn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lanacan made a faint gesture returning the greeting as he moved to sit down  at a table in a darker corner of the room. The short walk to the Inn was  uneventful no one he knew was in town this early in the morning. He knew them  too well to be awake this early in the day. He always choose to come at this  time to the Inn so that he wouldn’t be disturbed by the common adventurer  bothering him for spells and other things while he ate his breakfast. He hated  the fact that Ricetha had her Inn in a Town like Rithwic. Her cooking was too  good for him not to see here every so often and of course there was their  friendship. She was somewhat of a “motherly advice” figure to him since he left  Vaxious’ side to adventure on his own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“So, you going to try something different for breakfast today?” Ricetha  asked. “You know how I slave in my kitchen to make something new and exciting  for you when you come in here or are you going to get that same old breakfast  you usually get?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’ll have my usual,” Lanacan replied dronely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You see, that’s your problem, you drag yourself in here and get the same  thing every time, no wonder you look so retched today. You need to have some  change in your life and what better way to start than with one of my special  breakfasts! HA!” Ricetha somewhat scornfully replied with a hint of laughter  under her words as she brought Lanacan a large cup of coffee and a glass of  freshly squeezed juice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“There are other things worth more merit to change in my life than my  breakfast,” Lanacan replied. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh…do tell, do tell…” Ricetha said as she perked up her eyebrow. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“No…it’s nothing, just lack of sleep, that’s all,” Lanacan said with a  sigh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Nothing, well something is bothering you.” She replied. “Spit it out, there  isn’t no one but you and me here.” Ricetha insisted as she began to sit next to  Lanacan at his table.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Hmm…where to begin…You know that I have been busy doing research on our new  home of Dereth and writing my own personal history down over the last few  months. Well, about 2 weeks ago I started to get restless in my sleep…” Lanacan  started&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yeah I could tell you haven’t been sleeping much, those circles under your  eyes are getting worse than normal….” Ricetha stopped her interruption when  Lanacan made a face at her, “oh I’m sorry, continue…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“As I was saying, I was getting restless and having some trouble sleeping. I  thought it was due to my time inside my house and just needed to get out and get  some fresh air. So I decided to take a day and do some light hunting, nothing  major, just enough to get the “cobwebs out of the system” so-to-speak. I  returned home at night to find that when I tried to sleep it just got worse.  I’ve made a few of those hunting trips and still no change.” Lanacan pause to  finish off his juice. “That isn’t the worst of what’s eating me.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Hmm…seems to me you need to lay off your studies a bit longer. Maybe all  that stuff is going to your head and eating what’s in there away,” Ricetha  interjected with a giggle as Lanacan moved to take a sip of his coffee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Ha, Ha, no wonder there are no customers in here now, you keep saying bad  jokes like that,” Lanacan returned with a half smile as he set his cup down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Touché, that hurts” Ricetha stated as she fetched herself a cup of Tea and  returned to the table. “So what do you think is bothering you?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“In the last week I’ve had almost no sleep. I don’t recall any night mares,  just can’t seem to sleep well,” Lanacan paused to take another sip of his  coffee. “Then last night I think I slept the least so far only to have that  interrupted by….”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suddenly the Inn door burst open. “RICETHA! Grab a round of ales for me and  my…” the figure in the doorway pause to look behind himself and back out the  door. “What the… were did they go? They said they were going to buy me a drink!  Dam Kids these days.” the figure said disappointedly. It was Celcynd and he was  already drunk. He managed to close the Inn door and stagger his way over to his  usual spot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Will you quit doing that you old drunken fool!” Ricetha yelled at Celcynd,  “If I were to have any customers in here you would have scared them away!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh, quit your whining, woman, and fetch me an ale.” Celcynd slurred out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’ll fetch you a swift kick in the…” Ricetha stopped and noticed Lanacan  getting up from the table. “Where you going Lanacan? I haven’t made your  breakfast yet.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’m not hungry anymore…not with him here anyways” Lanacan sternly replied as  he glared at Celcynd. “I have something to get done. I will see you later  Ricetha.” with saying that Lanacan strode out of the Inn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh, great, I suppose you have yet to apologize to Lanacan for what you did  to him have you Celcynd,” Ricetha made her own glare at him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“That boy still sore, he got what he deserved, tricking me like he did,”  Celcynd grumbled back.&lt;br /&gt;“Got what he deserved?! Where in that drunken mind did  you dig that up?! He tried to help you out and you abused it…sometimes  you…you…gah…” Ricetha stopped knowing well that Celcynd wasn’t listening to her.  She knew it would be no good to try to keep going on with Celcynd.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanacan stood outside the Inn for a few moments. “Celcynd…you are lucky I  don’t provoke easily….” He muttered under his breath. Straitening his robes  Lanacan decided to stop off and get supplies from Sialla Jiro in Martine’s  Retreat. He had plans to head to Glenden Woods for the day and knew he needed to  be prepared for a fight once he got there now that those creatures have taken up  residence in the town. He somewhat missed that town, he had made some good  friends there as a child and always made it a point to go visit them every so  often as thanks for all they did for him before he met Vaxious. He thought it  was silly that all the people he knew in that town decided to stay after the  creatures moved in and forced everyone out but the local shop keepers. With a  chuckle he entered the portal and made his way to Jiro.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Writers note: When Lanacan was younger he befriended Celcynd and allowed him  to stay at his home for a short time to recuperate from an illness as a favor to  Ricetha. Celcynd abused the kindness accusing Lanacan of trying to separate  Ricetha from him and spread rumors that Lanacan was a thief and untrustworthy.  This made up menagerie that Celcynd concocted after a night drinking alone at  Lanacan’s home was never forgiven and continues to be a sore spot between the  two.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Part 4—&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was not a good day in the least. Lanacan was attacked as soon as he  exited portal space outside of Glenden Woods. He was prepared for the fight; he  just didn’t remember creatures being this far out of town. The flammas had  somehow managed to make there way up the hill as his body was leaving portal  space. He was hurt badly, but nothing that he wasn’t use to from his days of  hunting in the Dires. As soon as he could he ran for cover away from town. It  didn’t take long for the flammas to stop the chase and return to town. Healing  him self and checking his equipment over Lanacan decided to circle around to the  other side of town and enter from there. Last he could remember the critters  were not on that side of town and could make his way into the Trell’s shop with  out much of a fuss. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The short detour was uneventful. He entered the large shop were Aristha and  Singud Trell ran to meet his old friends. To his surprise they were not there,  the shop was empty. Lanacan checked up stairs and down in the cellar, no one  anywhere. He thought of that rather odd since they normally hardly leave the  place. Leaving the building he made his way around the front of it to get a  glimpse of the Magma Golem Exarch that normally stands in the middle of town.  Sure enough he was there. Lanacan thought to himself as he judged the distance  between Daifa’s shop, Fydiana and Londigul’s shop. He wondered if he could make  it to the farther of the two with out being noticed. He really did not want to  go and see Danifa if he could avoid it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Making his decision and taking a chance Lanacan made a dash for the door to  Londigul’s room in the shop. As soon as Lanacan started his run he felt his  speed and strength leave him fast. “Dam it,” he said out loud, “the dam thing  was waiting for me to move.” Lanacan had no choice but to keep going, he knew  that if he was to stop and fight it that the other critters would come running  to join in the fray. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lanacan made his way to the door as the Exarch tried to land some war spells  on him. Opening the door and rushing in Lanacan tripped on a chair leg and  landed flat on his face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With a moan he rolled over only to see the Golem’s fire from its body jump  into the room barely touching Lanacan’s feet. Lanacan in a scurry got up and  slammed the door shut on the Golem. With a large exaggerated sigh Lanacan slid  down the door as he heard the thundering of the Golem’s footsteps move away from  the building.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Stupid chair” he muttered as he picked it up and set it back into place with  the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2199885239720341470?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2199885239720341470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2199885239720341470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2199885239720341470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2199885239720341470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/division.html' title='The Division'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5634266077418939612</id><published>2007-01-30T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:38:00.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asheron&apos;s Call Character Back Story'/><title type='text'>The Lost Son</title><content type='html'>[[Another one of my unfinished Asheron's Call stories]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The campfires crackled and popped as Soichi Kajihara warmed himself in his make  shift shelter. He knew that if anyone was to see the firelight he would have to  be prepared to run for safety again, but he was to cold and needed to warm  himself in this forsaken land before he froze to death. He thought to himself  about how this whole mess began….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[13 Years Earlier]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The grumbling of the people in the court room were almost deafening to young  Soichi’s ears as he listen again to all the rumors and speculations of how and  why his mother had assassinated the Aluvian Trade Emissary. He looked to his  mother as she stood in the center of the courtroom shacked with two guards on  either side of her. His mother did not look sad or upset in any way; she stood  there with her proud but soft smile looking back at her son. Soichi was too  young to truly understand what was happening and it would be some time before he  would learn the truth of what really happen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soichi only knew that his mother was being taken from him because she did  something wrong. He turned to his uncle and started to cry. “Don’t cry my little  warrior, you must be strong for your mother, show your courage as she has taught  you,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“But Uncle Katzuma why is my mother being punished, what did  she do, I don’t understand,” Soichi choked as his tears began to come more  freely no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.&lt;br /&gt;“When you are older I  will explain everything to you, but for now just know that she is blamed for  doing something very bad, now be strong and show your mother you are not  afraid,” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The grumbling stopped as the Overseer came into the courtroom and sat down.  “It saddens me to she see such a fine example of Jojii’s teaching here before me  this day.” The Overseer paused and looked at Soichi. “I have known this family  for many years and I am truly displease with the fact that you Soichi have to  witness this at such a young age, but I can not over look all the evidence that  has been presented to me against your mother.” Drawing a scroll from his desk he  motions for Katzuma and Soichi to approach him. “Imura Katzuma this scroll gives  you all powers to be Soichi’s new father and to raise him as your own son, take  Soichi and raise him well and remember to teach him about the great person his  mother was before this tragedy happen.” “I will Overseer,” Katzuma sternly  said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Kajihara Kie, I have reviewed all evidence for and against you, I will grant  you one last statement before I reveal my sentence upon you. Do you have  anything to say.”?&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I do, to my son.”&lt;br /&gt;“Very well then,  proceed.”&lt;br /&gt;“Soichi don’t cry for me my son, remember what I have taught you so  far. Remember me as a loving mother and listen to your Uncle’s teachings, for he  was the one who has taught me all I wish to pass to you. I am sorry that you  must see me like this, but some things cannot be stopped with out loss of honor  to our family. I love you Soichi always remember me.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soichi looked at his mother as she spoke and he began to cry again, he  noticed that her normally proud smile faded and he could see vast sorrow in her  eyes, as if she already knew what the Overseer’s verdict would be. Soichi knew  deep inside that this was the last time he would see his mother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I am finished,” Kie said softly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Kajihara Kie, in view of all evidence presented, by the power granted to me  by the Emperor, and the Sho nation, it is my sad duty to sentence you to death  for the assassination of the Aluvian Trade Emissary. It is also by request that  you will be beheaded and your remains transported to Aluvia for their disposal  as requested by King Cedraic due to the fact that it was his son that you have  killed.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The courtroom fell silent. “I am truly sorry my child,” the Overseer said to  Kie. “Don’t worry, the truth will come out soon enough, and it does not matter  if I am alive when it happens as long as Soichi learns of it.” Kie replied. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soichi watched as the guards took his mother out of the courtroom. His uncle  picked him up and carried him home holding him and comforting him as he  cried.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Back to the present]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soichi was startled for his dream, the fire had gone out. He was cold again,  but knew he had to move on. It was his best guess that he had five more days  before he would reach Celdon. He knew at least there he would find what he was  looking for….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;************************************************************&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 Years Ago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was beautiful as the adolescent ran along  the seashore with an older man in tow. “Hold on…I’m an old man… let me rest some  before we continue,” the older man said as he tried to catch his breath.  “Alright, you rest while I continue,” the adolescent said smartly. As the  adolescent ran farther down the seashore, the older man laid back and pondered,  softly saying to him self, “yes I think it is time for him to learn the truth.  He has become just like his mother in so many ways…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back in Ryujii an older woman rummages through an old trunk, “that man will  be the death of me some day, the way he keeps all these old worthless things. If  I didn’t love him so much I would really give him a piece of my mind!” She pulls  out a dusty notebook and hands it to the servant girl watching her. “Here, hold  this.” “Yes mam,” the servant girl said softly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What do we have here…hmm….”? The woman says as she removes a wooden box. She  dusts off the top reveling a small inscription saying, “FOR SOICHI, WITH ALL MY  LOVE.” “Who is that from mam?” the girl says as she pears over the woman’s  shoulder to see it. “Well my child, Its from Soichi’s mother.” The woman stands  and places the box on a small table. “Wasn’t Soichi’s mother the one who  assassinated….” “You shut your moth right now! I will hear none of that in my  house, you understand!” the woman abruptly interrupted the girl with such force  to almost knock the girl over where she stood. “Now set the book down and leave  me be.” The servant girl bows her head and leaves the room closing the door  behind her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Taking the notebook to a nearby chair she begins pages through it. As she  reads, she realizes that the notebook contains all the information about her  little sister’s trial. “Poor Kie, why did they pick you to….” “To what”? a stern  voice from across the room states. Startled the woman drops the notebook,  spilling some of the pages. “Dam you Katzuma, I hate it when you do that.” she  states as she begins to pick up the loose pages. “I’m sorry my dear I didn’t  mean to…” “Yes you did, you enjoy scaring me don’t you’? she interrupts. &lt;br /&gt;“Astusa, you know I can’t help it, I love the expression on your face as you  jump to the ceiling,” Katzuma says with a smirk. “By the way what are you doing  in the storage room?”&lt;br /&gt;“I was trying to clean up the room a bit with the help  of Mukio, but I came across this note book and that box on the tale there. Why  didn’t you tell me you had these things all these years”?&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t think it  was important to tell you about them back then. Then I just forgot I had  them.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t believe you one bit. You know about everything in this room,  you’re worse than a pack rat!”&lt;br /&gt;“True, I’m sorry for not telling you…how can I  make it up to you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm…let me think…well for starters, you can get rid of  some of this stuff we don’t need to keep around here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Very well I  will.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s better, now tell me what’s in the box to Soichi.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t  know, it’s locked some how, Kie only said that Soichi will be able to open it  when we’ve felt he is ready to learn about her trial.”&lt;br /&gt;Astusa reflect for a  moment and thinks about her sister. “Do you think he is ready?”&lt;br /&gt;Katzuma  sighs, “yes, he is just like her, in so many ways, we shouldn’t keep this from  him any longer.”&lt;br /&gt;“Very well, when should we do this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow, let him  rest for the night, he trained hard today and if he passes his test to enter the  Royal Guard in the morning then we shall give these to him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Astusa carefully places the notebook and box back into the trunk and closes  it. Pausing for a moment she looks at the trunk, “I hope we are making the right  decision by doing this…” “I’m sure we are my dear, I’m sure we are, now let us  go eat and not think about it until tomorrow,” Katzuma says softly as he takes  Astusa’s hand and pulls her into him, holding her tight. “I’m sure we are….”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Back in the present]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soichi reached the gates of Celdon with out much further incident. He looked  around and all the strange things that were within his view, until now he mostly  avoided towns and cities for fear of being captured and sent back to Sho. He  could not stop yet. Finding an Inn he entered and inquired about a room for the  night. The Inn Keeper stated that his rooms were full… Soichi knew it was a lie,  but didn’t argue over it. He gave a few coins for a drink of ale and sat at a  table. Rummaging through his pack he pulled out a scroll tube and opened it. It  was a sealed letter from his uncle addressed to King Cedraic. He slid it back  into the tube and retrieved a second sealed letter, this one was to be presented  to the guards at the castle gates. “If I were ever to lose these now…,” he  thought to him self. “my journey here will be a waste and I may never know the  truth.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just as Soichi put the scroll tube back into his pack two Gharu’ndim walked  in, he instantly recognized them. They were tracking him ever since he left  Ryujii. Moving cautiously over to a covered both he slid into it as far as he  could go. The two trackers seem oblivious to his presence. He wondered if he  would be found out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Inn Keep! Have you seen a strange Sho man around here recently?” said one of  the men and the other looked around the room.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I have said the Inn  Keeper, he was here last night, and left early this morning.”&lt;br /&gt;Just as the Inn  Keeper was finishing his sentence, The Gharu’ndim grabbed him and pulled him  onto the bar top, sternly saying, “ you best not be telling me a lie now….you  sure he was here last night and left.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure of it..” the Inn Keep said  with a stutter.&lt;br /&gt;“Very well, if any of you see or hear of him, know that he is  a wanted man in his home land and has a heavy bounty on his head! We shall be  back to check in again…”&lt;br /&gt;In the commotion at the bar Soichi forgot about the  second Gharu’ndim. He panicked for a second, wondering where he went to. Slowly  he moved in the both under the table to get a better look at the room. He could  not see him. Just then, he saw him, standing right in front of the both. From  under the table Soichi saw the curtain move. He felt a lump in his throat grow.  He began to think of how he could get out of this situation…just then, he heard  the first Gharu’ndim yell at the one looking into his booth. They both said  something in Gharu’n to each other and then left the Inn. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With a small sigh of relief he put himself back in the seat. Thanking the  spirit of his mother for protecting him. He looked out, and watched the bar keep  go to the door and look out. Soichi thought that it would be best to head to the  castle right away instead of resting…but just as he finished his thought the Inn  Keep yelled at him, “Hey you, you still want a room?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but I thought  they were all full?” Soichi replied.&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t until them two showed up.” &lt;br /&gt;“Then why are you giving me a room now?”&lt;br /&gt;“I may not like you Sho, but I  like Gharu’ndim assassins even less! And for them to get involved means you’re  either a criminal or you’re someone important enough to have killed…I figure the  second one myself, only because you don’t look like the first type.”&lt;br /&gt;“I thank  you for your help.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t thank me, you ain’t out of hot water yet with  those two…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As night came Soichi pondered the assassins that showed up today at the Inn.  He knew that he could not stay the night here, for he could not chance that the  Inn Keeper wouldn’t bring them to get him in the night. He decided to leave the  Inn after nightfall and try his chances in the streets. At least then he knew he  would be able to run if he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The drunkard stumble his way out of the tavern barely able to catch himself  before falling in the fresh fallen snow. His rank breath fermented by ale melts  the white flakes as he rests his head on the railing hoping that the world would  stop spinning. “God darn snow, why did you come out tonight, go away with ya, so  I’s don’t kill myself getting home,” he slurred out loudly. With a grumble of  disgust he begins to shuffle his way down the street leaning to and fro,  balancing him self occasionally against a wall or post. Pausing to lean against  a post, he looks around and with out seeing anyone, he begins to relieve himself  on the street. “Heh, that will teach him for doing what they did to me, piss on  this city and everyone in it…Ummph” Just as he was finishing his sentence two  men bolted out of the near by alleyway, the first one knocking him over. “Hey!  What in…” before the drunkard could finish they were gone. As he looks around he  saw a third man running between the streets a little farther down. “What is  going on tonight? Dam people have no respect anymore…none I say! No respect!” He  belts out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the Castle gates of Celdon the guards are in the middle of changing  shifts. “Nasty cold out tonight. eh?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes very, good thing we are about to  get relieved. I need to warm up a bit.”&lt;br /&gt;“Same here mate.”&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes go  by as the guard move about to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, bloody hell when are they  getting here…they’re a little late don’t you think.”&lt;br /&gt;“Would you rush out here  in the cold?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, I wouldn’t…but I would have been quick than…Ah, hear they  come. I say mates, about time ain’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;The new guards give no  response….&lt;br /&gt;“I say, about time….you….” the guard’s voice trails off and his  body slumps to the ground. The two other men make a hand single motioning  another pair of men with a cart to come forward. They placed the bodies in the  cart and take off out of the city. The remaining men take their positions acting  as guards for the castle. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[8 Years Ago]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Uncle, why are you making me learn this?” young Soichi said inquisitively.  “Because you will someday have a use for this.” Katzuma responded frankly. “Now  continue to study your writing and codes. There will be a test later before  dinner, if you pass you will get a surprise.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok uncle, I will try hard to  study.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Astusa, I’m going out, I will be back by dinner, make sure Soichi keeps to  his studies until I get back.”&lt;br /&gt;“I will, don’t worry our little Soichi will  keep to his studies.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Soichi studies he can only think to himself that learning these codes are  dumb. In his mind he cannot understand why his uncle feels that it is necessary  to use such secret writings…all he can think about is his mother….and how much  he still misses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2 align="center"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Soichi looks out of the room window, he see that a light snow has  begun to fall on the city. Opening the window, he feels the chilled air on his  warm face. “Better now than never,” he thinks. He knows his only chance to  escape the assassins is to head strait for the castle. He looks out the window  for a way to climb down from the Inn. Not seeing anything he contemplates  attempting a jump to the ground. “Piece of cake,” he whispers to himself.  Landing with a muffled thud on the ground Soichi looks to see if his way is  clear. Slowly he begins to make his way down the streets of the city trying to  avoid being noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Soichi turns into an alley a heavy accented  voice says, “Going somewhere are we?” Soichi freezes and sees a figure ahead of  him in the alleyway. It’s one of assassins from the Inn. He bolts to a run back  out of the alleyway and down the street. Just as he enters the street he catches  a glimpse of the second assassin trying to cut his exit off. Soichi in a spit  second reaction reaches into a pocket withdrawing a couple of shurikens,  throwing them at the would be interceptor. The assassin evades the attempt, but  it gives Soichi enough room to get by and run away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Running for his life, Soichi dashes through darkened streets and alleyways  hoping to evade his pursuers. ”There is no way to lose them unless I find  shelter or head out of town,” Soichi thinks, “dam snow is making it hard to  run.” Moments after he finishes his thought he smashes into someone knocking him  to the ground with a thud. “Hey! What in…” the fallen person shouts. “No time…  no time to stop, got to keep going…sorry,” he says under his breath in a  somewhat vain attempt to make up for knock the person over. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Soichi runs he sees the night watch and decides to run for them, hoping  his pursuers will stop the chase. “Sirs! Sirs! Help me! Thieves are after me!”  he yells to them. The night watch turn and see him running towards them with  another following closely behind. “Halt, and stand where you are!” shouted the  Captain of the watch. Soichi stopped and looked behind him to see what has  become of his pursuers. His rouse worked they were gone for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, young man, what is this about being chased by thieves, I don’t see  anyone but you…hmm?” the man said.&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, I swear they were right behind me, I  was running for my life!” Soichi pants out catching his breath.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I did  not see anyone behind you…I should have you taken in for wasting my time!” the  man retorted.&lt;br /&gt;“But sir I tell you the truth, at least escort me to the  castle.”&lt;br /&gt;“The castle? What business do you have there?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have a message  for King Cedraic from Imura Katzuma, the Sho ambassador. Here, are my papers  proving it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Bah, boy you are wasting my time! Men! Take this here messenger  boy to the guard house and hold him till further notice.” He turns to Soichi,  “Boy you better be telling the truth, or else I will make sure you rot in the  bowls of the castle for this.” With that the other men grabbed Soichi and took  him to the guardhouse just inside the castle walls. Soichi didn’t struggle with  the men as they escorted him, he knew this way he was safe from the assassins  for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5634266077418939612?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5634266077418939612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5634266077418939612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5634266077418939612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5634266077418939612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-son.html' title='The Lost Son'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4529829038778255791</id><published>2007-01-29T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:27:29.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asheron&apos;s Call Character Back Story'/><title type='text'>The Mask of Fate</title><content type='html'>[[This was the start of a back story for a character I use to play in a game called Asheron's Call. I never was able to finish it. However I hope you do enjoy what is written here and please let me know what you think.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool summer morning; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kajihara&lt;/span&gt; was as usual busy  inspecting his troops before they took their posts with in the Emperor’s palace.  As Captain of the Emperor’s personal guard he was highly trained in the art of  war and military conduct. He knew he &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get this position handed to him, he  work very hard to get were he was and let his troops know every time they made a  mistake. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; did not what anything to jeopardize his standing with the  Emperor.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; took great honor in his duties. Knowing full well that it was his job  to make sure no harm ever came to the Emperor. He meticulously inspected his  troops looking them over top to bottom, front to back, to make sure that there  was nothing out of place. For all his harshness and meticulousness with his  troops they respected and revered him. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was young for his position, young  enough to have a few of his own troops were almost twice his age, but he was a  master of his skill and a genius at military tactics. He had proven this time  and time again, foiling many &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; assassination attempts while just a  regular soldier among the Royal Guard. This caught the eye of the Emperor and  his Generals as well. To reward &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; the Emperor made him captain of his  personal guard, and made it clear that he was to be treated with the respect of  the greatest of Generals. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; knew this did not please the Emperors personal  advisers and Generals. They looked down upon &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; with a mildly visible  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;distain&lt;/span&gt; that truly only showed in private. But &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was fully aware of this  for the Generals and advisers frequently spoke of their distrust and ill liking  of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; around the posted troops of the palace. The troops would then in turn  relay what they heard to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;. This endless cycle continued and every time  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; proved that he was more than capable in handling his position. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The war between the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; nations was in full swing. This war  was a part of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s life. He was born into it. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; never knew the true  reasons that started the war, which side struck first or truly why it continued.  He strongly felt that this was a waste of precious resources and time for the  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; people. These feelings he kept deep inside, for he knew that revealing them  would compromise his standing with the Emperor and give his adviser and Generals  a reason to get rid of him for someone more pliable to their ways. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; felt  that the Generals prolonged this war so they may continue to run the nation as  they saw fit. The Emperor was old and not as strong as he use to be. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; knew  the Generals had their hands in too many things working the strings of the  Emperor and that his &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;advisors&lt;/span&gt; were also a part of this puppet government the war  had produced. Always seeking powers from under the Emperor and subterfuge the  Emperor’s true intentions. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;disdained&lt;/span&gt; this, but he was only one man among  them. So he stayed ever watchful for evidence strong enough to turn the power  back into the Emperors hands, as it should be. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was growing impatient. News had reached him that the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; army  was recruiting &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Aluvian&lt;/span&gt; mercenaries into their ranks. There was something that he  could think of to counter this. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; knew it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t his position to make  battle plans for the regular army, but he &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help it. He knew the regular  leaders were incompetent, he believed that what ever they might come up with  would never work. The Generals above him were set on using old outdated tactics  in situations like this and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stand it having to sit by and watch  poor bring used. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; decided to try and talk to General &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt;, the chief  military commander under the Emperor. General &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt; has used &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s advice  before and recognized &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s natural abilities to lead &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was willing to  chance stepping out of place to try and counter this action the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; made.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Absolutely not! We shall not employ mercenaries of our own. That would be a  dishonor to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;,” General &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt; stated reverently.&lt;br /&gt;“Sir,  with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Aluvian&lt;/span&gt; mercenaries with in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’n ranks we will out numbered our forces  and this might turn into a war of nutrition. We can not sit back and watch as  our own men get slaughtered!” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; replied.&lt;br /&gt;“My answer is still no. I see  no reason to hire &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Viamont&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Milantin&lt;/span&gt; mercenaries as you suggest just too  counter the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Aluvian&lt;/span&gt; ones. We will just have to make due and try to come up with  better strategies to fight on. I’m sure you would prefer to make battle plans  than to baby sit mercenaries &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t you? Now stop meddling in affairs that are  not your concern that is an order. Because if you try to do this again I will  make sure you will be stripped of your rank.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“Now leave me be  I have more important things to worry about.” With that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; saluted and left  General &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt;’s quarters. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; had a bad feeling about this. He &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;n’t  remember the last time &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt; got upset over something like this. It was not like  him &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; thought. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; decided to let this one go. With the way General  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt; was he &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t willing to push the subject any farther. It was getting  late. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; inspected the night watch and send them to their posts. He decided  to try and get some rest tonight and not worry about the incident from earlier  between &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt; and himself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The night was cool and camp a sign of the rain season to come. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; decided  to check up on his troops that just got off duty. He did this frequently. At  time &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; would stay at the troops barracks late into the night talking and  playing betting games with his soldiers. He knew by making them feel like people  and not just soldiers he would always have their trust and confidence. He would  risk his life for his soldiers and he knew they would do the same if need be.  After spending time with his troops &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; decided to turn in for the night and  get some rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;************************************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; tossed and turned in bed. The nightmares had returned to him as they  did occasionally. This night was different however. For the past few days they  have been more intense than ever…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; looked over the battlefield from atop his hill. His troops were at the  ready for the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; attack to the capital city. He had made his plans and  set up a line of defense. “They may have made their way this far but they will  never get into the city.” He thought to himself. “&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Lieutenant&lt;/span&gt; give the orders for  the men to start setting up the final parts of the defense.” “Sir.” The young  officer said as he ran sown the hill to the signal bearers. Just as the signals  were being given a messenger arrived with news that the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; army was  about a half days march away. “They have that far already?” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said in  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;amazement&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;n’t think an army that size could travel so fast. This put a  bind in his original plans. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was waiting for additional troops to help in  the defense. Yesterday’s report was wrong he misjudged them. The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’n army  had traveled a two to tree day march in less than one day. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t panic  he knew his troops could last a full assault for a day. He just hoped his  reinforcements would arrive in time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then suddenly there was an explosion at the center of his defense line.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; looked and saw that the area fill with flames. He &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t understand  what had just happen. He froze in place. He watched as his men fell to a wave of  powerful magic released upon them killing his men where they stood. It &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t  the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’n army attack as reports said…he saw that they were being attacked my  dark cloaked creatures. Creatures he had never seen before in his life. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;  tried to move. But he remained frozen in place like some unseen force held him  there. The out of nowhere a voice came into his mind, “Simple little meat puppet  you will soon learn the truth.” With that one of the cloaked figures Shots a  Ball of fire at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; watches in horror as it comes near him, unable to  move he closes his eyes and prepares for death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; jumped awake in bed drenched is a pool of sweat still feeling the heat  of the fireball. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; eased his way out of bed to a table and sat down. He was  breathing heavily as he took a glass of water and drank it. “Why am I having  these dreams?” he thought to himself. Grasping for any fragment of meaning all  he could remember was the stark white faces on those creatures. He thought about  all the scary stories his grandfather would tell him about demons and ghosts,  but none that he remembered matched what was in his dream. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; got up and  shook his head and decided that there would be no more sleep tonight. He walked  to his window and looked out side. It was a few hours before dawn his sleep  became less and less with every passing night due to the nightmares. Deep inside  he feared that he might never sleep eventually due to them. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; closed his  window shutters and lit a candle. Taking a book form a shelf he began to read  it. It was an old journal of his grandfather’s one that he read frequently to  settle his nerves after having nightmares. The journal told about the travels to  other countries that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s grandfather made when he trekked out to sell &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt;  mercantile. As he read he became tired again as hard as he fought off sleep it  began to grip him all the more. Finally he drifted back to sleep in his  chair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;************************************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next few weeks for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; came and went with out much notice, it was the  middle of the rainy season just before the winter would set in. He knew that  during the next few months the war would take a back seat to the holiday  festivals that approached. Both &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Gharu&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;ndim&lt;/span&gt; soldiers would be at ease and  no troop movements would be made. It was like this every year. The Holiday  festivals of the two countries were the only things that seemed to deter the  war. Even the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;Aluvian&lt;/span&gt; mercenaries traveled back to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;Aluvia&lt;/span&gt; for there own  festivals. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; took comfort in this odd situation even though he knew that  this would be the best time for either of the two countries to strike one  another with their guard down. This year, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; hoped, would be like the past  years and that this semi-truce would hold. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rainy season ended giving way to the winter cold everyone went about with  out much worry. Even the Generals from the advanced units came back to the  palace to celebrate in the festivals. The armies had made winter camps in the  boarder outposts on both sides and settled in for the winter. This time of year  was one of the rare times &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; left for more than a day from the palace  leaving his lieutenant in charge of the troops. He had obtained permission to  travel to his hometown of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;Kayotae&lt;/span&gt;. This town was nothing more than a merchant’s  paradise a home away from home for some. It was on the northwestern shore of  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;Tiwah&lt;/span&gt; across the sea from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;Ryujii&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;Kayotae&lt;/span&gt; was less than a days ride from the  palace and was a mecca of shipments to and from the island capital. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s  parents lived there. His grandfather had opened a store there after he felt he  was too old to travel the long distances to sell goods in other countries.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; grew up in that store with his grandfather and parents. The did not have  a lot of money at times but they managed to always keep the business going. I f  it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t for his grandfather he would of never left and eventually inherit it.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s grandfather was the first to recognize his potential as a military  person. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; as a child was too rambunctious for someone to eventually learn  to run the store and his grandfather convinced &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s father to let him try  out of the Royal Guard. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;’s father was strict, but took the chance and  allowed &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; to try. To his father’s amazement he made it in out scoring all  the others in every test. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; made a point to visit his parents at least once  every other year. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; entered &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;Kayotae&lt;/span&gt; old child hood friends that would recognize him  as he made his way to his parents shop greeted him. The smell of the sea air was  refreshing here it relaxed him and gave a chance for his mind to wander away  from military life. As he made his way to the shop he often recalled his child  hood in this bustling town and how much he enjoyed watching the ships come in  and out of port. He &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; how he especially enjoyed seeing the goods from  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;Aluvia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;Viamont&lt;/span&gt; he often wondered how two countries be so different and yet  produce similar goods. Coming out of the memories &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; saw that he was at his  destination. He dismounted his horse and secured it to a post. As he entered the  shop he noticed that it was less stocked with goods that he remembered from the  last time he visited. “Mother, Father I have come for a visit.” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said  loudly. There was no answer. He said it again as he moved to the back of the  shop thinking they might be there and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hear him. Looking around the shop  it seemed that no one was there. I thought it was odd that his parents would  leave the shop door unsecured if they were gone. He decided to make his way up  stairs to the living area. As he came up the stairs &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; looked around and saw  no one. He was getting worried. He called out again, “Mother…Father.” There was  still no answer. “This is really strange,” he said in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;Just as  he was about to make his way back down the stairs he heard a muffled thump.  Quickly he drew his blade and noted the sound came form the bedroom area. He  moved as quietly as he could to the door. Noticing that it was cracked slightly  he began to slowly push it open. Just as he opened is up enough to make his way  in he heard a loud “&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;SUPRISE&lt;/span&gt;!!” come from inside that made him jump out of his  boots. “Welcome home son.” his parent said with joy. “Mother, Father you scared  me! Don’t do that…” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; exclaimed. “&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;…don’t worry we stood far enough back  form the door just &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you came charging in.” he father said with a chuckle  as he picked up a wrapped bundle and handed it to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;. “What’s this?” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;  asked. “It’s your coming home gift.” His father replied, “Open it up and  see.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; opened it he saw that it was a small wooden box ornately caved with  ancient &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; writings. Looking at it a bit puzzled he looked to his parents, “How  do I open the box, I don’t see any latches.”&lt;br /&gt;“Here let me show you,” his  mother said. And with that she proceeded to push in what looked like ornamental  circular carvings on the front of the box in a set pattern. “This is an old safe  chest we found in one of our travel to the northern territories. It’s designed  to keep valuables safe from theft. Now, you open the lid up your real gift is  inside of it.” She finished with the combination and there was a faint click.  Opening it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; saw a Gold colored &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;Nekode&lt;/span&gt; inside it was finely crafted and  judging from the details of the ancient inscription on it had to cost a fortune  to purchase it. “You &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have bought this for me.” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said in  amazement still admiring the weapon. “We &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t son. It’s a family treasure and  we felt it was time for you to have it,” his father said. “I, I don’t know what  to say…thank you.” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said as he continued to admire the weapon. He held it  in his hand, it was light and agile compared to other &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140"&gt;Nekodes&lt;/span&gt; he had practiced  with. “It is believed to have some magical abilities, but I think that is just  an old wives tale that was passed on with the weapon,” his mother said, “it has  been in our family for many generations. It was made before the Kingdoms were  united. Your grandfather carried it with him during his travels and wanted you  to have it.” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said a silent thank you to his grandfather for the gift and  returned it to the box. “I will cherish it always. I have the perfect place for  it back in my room at the palace,” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; said as he closed the box and heard it  latch. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; and his parents went into the sitting room and caught up on what was  going on in their lives over the past years. After a meal they decided to turn  in for the night and let &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; rest after his day of traveling and excitement.  Tomorrow would be another day for visiting and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was glad to be home again.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; breathed in the fresh air once again. The air here was cleaner than  around the palace. He thought about his troops and hoped they were doing well  and that everything was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He knew they were and with the reassurance of  leaving his most trusted lieutenant in charge he finally started to get tired  and fall asleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;************************************************************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; awoke to a loud scream in the night it was his mother. He jumped up  off his crude bed and rushed to the bedroom. Throwing open the door he froze to  the sight of a cloaked intruder striking down his father with a sickle.  “&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!” he screamed at the intruder a he charged it. He felt his life drain  form him and he crumpled to the floor in pain. Looking up he saw that it was a  creature from his previous dreams. It turned to his mother and with one blow it  struck her down as well. In seeing what took place &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; had a rush of  adrenalin and burst to the creature slamming all of his weight into it knocking  it to the wall but it did not fall as he hoped it would. With a wave of its arms  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; felt his strength leave him. As hard a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; tried strike the creature  it evaded his attempts with ease. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_153"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; felt as if it was toying him and  enraged him even more. With one last surge he struck the creature sending it to  the wall again. This time it seemed to hurt it. Taking the open opportunity  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_154"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; rushed out of the room to the table in the sitting room where the box  containing the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_155"&gt;Nekode&lt;/span&gt; was. He attempted in vain to open it. “Open dam you open!”  He &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_156"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t get the box to open up. He tried and tried but to no avail. He felt  more of his life drain away from him. He looked to the bedroom door and noticed  the creature coming towards him. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_157"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; tried to dodge the sickle it wielded,  but it was no use it struck him in the arm rendering it useless and knocking him  to the ground. “&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_158"&gt;Frivoless&lt;/span&gt; meat puppet you shall learn you lesson yet,” it spoke  in his mind, “You are no match for us. Your tie to the flesh shall be your  downfall.” &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_159"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; scrambled to get out of its way as it lunged forward for the  kill. He felt its blade tear into his back knocking him to the ground again. The  pain running through &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_160"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; was great and it hindered his movement. Turning to  face the creature again he saw a ball of energy grow in front of it as it  crossed its arms. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_161"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; tried to move but found that he &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_162"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t due to his  wound. Then the creature released its magic in a charge of lightning at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_163"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;.  In horror &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_164"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; watched it come at him in slow motion. He could feel the energy  lick at him as it approached. The pain of his wound soared to unimaginable  heights as the electricity wrapped around him. He screamed in agony as his body  was jolted against the wall behind him. He was barley alive after the blast from  the creature. Barely holding on to his life the creature spoke in his mind  again, “We are coming. Your kind shall fall…” the creatures words tapered off as  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_165"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt; passed out form the pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_166"&gt;Soichi&lt;/span&gt;, wake up son, wake up!!” his mother said as she shook him awake.  “What, what is it…” He replied groggily “You were having a nightmare and started  yelling in pain, you ok?” his mother asked with deep concern on her  face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4529829038778255791?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4529829038778255791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4529829038778255791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4529829038778255791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4529829038778255791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/mask-of-fate.html' title='The Mask of Fate'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2349041822223204000</id><published>2007-01-23T08:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:02:29.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W.F.T.M'/><title type='text'>Don't</title><content type='html'>Don’t &lt;br /&gt;Try&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;Impresses&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Game&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Play &lt;br /&gt;With &lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2349041822223204000?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2349041822223204000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2349041822223204000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2349041822223204000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2349041822223204000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7771407193164626860</id><published>2007-01-23T08:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:02:05.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W.F.T.M'/><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>Torn&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Imagination &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Move &lt;br /&gt;Freely&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Beneath&lt;br /&gt;Our&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;Only&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;Can be&lt;br /&gt;Found&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;br /&gt;Dryer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7771407193164626860?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7771407193164626860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7771407193164626860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7771407193164626860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7771407193164626860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2154181628461174562</id><published>2007-01-23T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:01:11.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W.F.T.M'/><title type='text'>We</title><content type='html'>We &lt;br /&gt;Know &lt;br /&gt;Too&lt;br /&gt;Much&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;br /&gt;Our&lt;br /&gt;Own&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;Our&lt;br /&gt;Selves&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Each&lt;br /&gt;Other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2154181628461174562?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-669646928596793760</id><published>2007-01-23T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:00:56.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W.F.T.M'/><title type='text'>Ask again</title><content type='html'>Never again&lt;br /&gt;Am I coming&lt;br /&gt;Home to you&lt;br /&gt;Tired of &lt;br /&gt;Falling on my&lt;br /&gt;Face in&lt;br /&gt;Front of&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-669646928596793760?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/669646928596793760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=669646928596793760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/669646928596793760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/669646928596793760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/ask-again_23.html' title='Ask again'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1130720417001869188</id><published>2007-01-19T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:57:58.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>TIME PEACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time diffused the bomb that day…&lt;br /&gt;All seemed well in the world.&lt;br /&gt;No  worries to think of.&lt;br /&gt;People lax again as if nothing torrential took  place.&lt;br /&gt;Budding forth joy and peace took its place in the world and nothing  seemed to shake this lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;Talk, walk, talked, nothing else seemed  to be of it all, no one remembered after that instant of time.&lt;br /&gt;What almost  was laid to waste is still whole and good in the minds of the people who stopped  remembering.&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring, pick up the phone and answer the call to home.&lt;br /&gt;No  one is out every one safe in there home.&lt;br /&gt;“I have no worries, I have no fears,  I have no complaints, all is well.” They say when asked a question. No matter  the question.&lt;br /&gt;Any question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1130720417001869188?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1130720417001869188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1130720417001869188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1130720417001869188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1130720417001869188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-peace.html' title='TIME PEACE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-966575289157921770</id><published>2007-01-19T09:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:56:12.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>STANDARDS OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blackness is the color of night. Darkness becomes of those who let the light  diminish from their hearts. “Seeing is believing,” they say, but how do they  believe when they can’t see? You must believe to see, I say. Of course it is  very hard to understand life without seeing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Believe in what you feel inside; don’t doubt your own personal expression.  Doubt and you will fall, be strong in spirit, mind, and the body will follow in  being. Come from with-in, be emotional, keep your balance true. Don’t let go of  your self to the point of never coming back. Reality can be shaped by your own  actions. Think before you act, but act with spirit and instinct. The instance  you doubt you fail. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yielding to force is not cowardice. Yielding is knowing your own strength in  a situation. Cowardice is not trying to do something because of fear. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Settle your heart and balance your mind. Know yourself true. LIVE FOREVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-966575289157921770?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/966575289157921770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=966575289157921770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/966575289157921770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/966575289157921770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/standards-of-life.html' title='STANDARDS OF LIFE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3002373117915320352</id><published>2007-01-19T09:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:55:48.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>SHE (the dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;She runs through my mind and I don’t know what I’m trying to see with my time  that’s against me. He comes through the door and takes her away from me and I  can’t seem to take control of what is written on the page of life. That tells  the story of 3 men in a boat in the desert. Floating in a cloud. Positive  thinking gets no where with out the negative falling behind the light of my own  soul. The King comes to my door and knocks on the window to my bedroom and tries  to call her on the phone in the stove. Peace of her in the pie tin sitting in  the sink waiting for her to be washed upon the shore. Don’t say goodbye I’ve  just started to explore my inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3002373117915320352?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3002373117915320352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3002373117915320352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3002373117915320352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3002373117915320352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-dream.html' title='SHE (the dream)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1569287134955890817</id><published>2007-01-19T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:55:27.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Plain &amp; Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One word, one thought. It could be over. It could be the end to everything.  What we know is what we are told. We learn by example of action over example of  thought, because of this we tend to blame someone else or television for our  mistakes or problems. We are wrong, we need to start to look internally for the  reason we exist. There can be no other reasons why, who, or what we are. We are  what we make ourselves to be. If you remove the external modifiers we are just  ourselves. Alone, with no excuses on why we do what we do, because there would  be nothing to blame things on but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Alone, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1569287134955890817?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1569287134955890817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1569287134955890817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1569287134955890817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1569287134955890817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/plain-simple.html' title='Plain &amp; Simple'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1582471179719336802</id><published>2007-01-19T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:55:01.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>PEACE OF MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Stasis unknown. Why do I feel so alone in my mind? Colors blend in the light  till it swirls down the drain to oblivion. Point blank return to somewhere else  in time. It’s something that I don’t have to lose, my pockets are full of it,  but it’s lost among the coins of fate in an endless cycle of laughing gestures.  They tell me that I’m lying between the lines of the paper, in the middle of the  A&amp;N. Look closely at me and I’ll go to the H&amp;amp;K. But these injunctions  are simple thoughts of a lively time of sleeping. The little death that takes us  all to an endless drive in the others lives of desperation to what seems  abnormal to the point of comfort. What’s left is only your self. In the crowd of  faceless images in the grayness of dawn and dusk. It’s all the same to me I’m  one not to tell. I just watch the world and observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1582471179719336802?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1582471179719336802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1582471179719336802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1582471179719336802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1582471179719336802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-of-mind.html' title='PEACE OF MIND'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-476567580679470996</id><published>2007-01-19T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:54:44.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>PAST CONCEPTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Actions take away peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;The lively ones continue to move.&lt;br /&gt;The  lazy ones continue to sit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the point of self-proclaiment?&lt;br /&gt;If no one hears you talk?&lt;br /&gt;If no  one hears you act?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How do you live with these ideas?&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose this path of  self-proclaiment?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know I talk about myself as if I’m higher than everyone else is, but I  learned to humble myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Slowly but surly I will endure and become calm once again.&lt;br /&gt;As I once was  before.&lt;br /&gt;And the way I should have stayed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-476567580679470996?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/476567580679470996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=476567580679470996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/476567580679470996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/476567580679470996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/past-concepts.html' title='PAST CONCEPTS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8268625294599977383</id><published>2007-01-19T09:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:54:16.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>NIGHT SCARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I breathe out, the smoke fills the air. I think of you when you sat right  over there. The phone rings, I hear your voice clear through, but it wasn’t you.  The memories fade, but the pain remains the same. No one knows that you still  haunt my mind. All this time choking me out of life. Nothing to call my own, I  breathe in, filling my lungs with stale air. I think of you, wondering why I  still care.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings, it’s threw. Nothing left between me and  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8268625294599977383?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8268625294599977383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8268625294599977383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8268625294599977383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8268625294599977383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/night-scare.html' title='NIGHT SCARE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3690460675316752519</id><published>2007-01-19T09:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:53:58.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>My thoughts run cold…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lucid thoughts flow, my pours breath harshly into the wind. Time leaves a  definitive mark on my memory. Unrecognized by ghosts, I move through them one by  one. Being pulled forwards, still I feel it moving backwards. This roller  coaster of transparent vices rips me inside out, tempting me to give into a  fight I have just begun. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Strolling beats of flesh basked in pleasurable thoughts. The fantasies of  things out of reach to me. Never relenting to make the annoyances that push me  out of reality and into the nightmare of what my life really is. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People look to see what I see. Never notice what I see between the lines of  waking and never sleeping with another soul. This confusion is taken to deep  extremes of reason&lt;br /&gt;Touching deep onto my soul. They turn and tear at the  thread of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My thoughts run cold…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3690460675316752519?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3690460675316752519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3690460675316752519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3690460675316752519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3690460675316752519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-thoughts-run-cold.html' title='My thoughts run cold…'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6525794354921839643</id><published>2007-01-19T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:53:41.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>MINDLESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Possibilities sore out of hand and confuse the people who search for them and  never find a thing. What’s more important to a starving child out in the desert,  sun, food or shelter? Does the baby, unborn, decide on witch path in life it  will take before it leaves the womb or does it sit idly by and let someone else  choose its fate to be. Statements of the facts aren’t always the truth of the  matter. I’m sitting alone and thinking of you. Evidence that is planted to  falsely accuse is taken for the righteous truth in times of false needs.  Wronging for to make a right has become necessity for the release of person from  the trapped mind. The random fate of one person is the chosen direction of  another. Life is like a bowl of fruit. It becomes rotten if you don’t digest the  meat of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6525794354921839643?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6525794354921839643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6525794354921839643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6525794354921839643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6525794354921839643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/mindless.html' title='MINDLESS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5897506229466341709</id><published>2007-01-19T09:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:53:22.336-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Know Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The soft-spoken word of the old man hit me hard. As I listened to his sermon.  I do not know what he is saying, I do not understand the language that he  speaks, but I felt the words burned inside of me. Like a volcano eruption. Blood  warmed and my skin burned. Turning red as if to standing on the sun for hours on  end. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I just thought that I needed to learn his  language to understand more. I wanted more! I needed the knowledge and wisdom he  spoke.&lt;br /&gt;I asked, “Mister, Sir, where can I learn you special language?” &lt;br /&gt;He said, “ it already is inside of you.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I don’t understand.” &lt;br /&gt;“Did you not feel the warmth of your blood?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then your body  knows the language and understands. So all you have to do is let your body  listen and let your mind go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5897506229466341709?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5897506229466341709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5897506229466341709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5897506229466341709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5897506229466341709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/know-inside.html' title='Know Inside'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8157039206888969409</id><published>2007-01-19T09:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:53:05.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A paroles journey into your own mind might reveal things and answers to your  common questions. Delve too deep and you risk the possibility of never  returning. You will change when doing this. You will be forced to face your  worst fears and over come them. You will finally learn that you are never alone.  For you shall become content with yourself and it will be as if you always have  your most sacred friend with you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8157039206888969409?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8157039206888969409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8157039206888969409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8157039206888969409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8157039206888969409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3960849815483258172</id><published>2007-01-19T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:52:44.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Hard Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why must I choose between these things that I love so dear? Two people so  close I can feel them inside, so warm. It’s something I’d hate to lose. WHY!  Must I choose between these things that I love so dear? WHY! Can’t I have them  both at my side, I have to choose and one loses. I want no more of this pain. It  hurts so deep inside. Please take this pain away, away. I’ve have chosen, so now  leave me alone to cope with this pain that won’t go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3960849815483258172?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3960849815483258172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3960849815483258172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3960849815483258172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3960849815483258172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/hard-choice.html' title='Hard Choice'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-906121409981837294</id><published>2007-01-19T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:52:27.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>My Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Flowing and blowing. My thought cramp and crack in concentration of things  that seem to be out of reach. Thoughtless forms loom around me. Repeating in  whispers my mistakes. With every mistake there is another waiting for me. They  follow me like ghosts that have found their perfect haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-906121409981837294?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/906121409981837294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=906121409981837294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/906121409981837294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/906121409981837294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-ghost.html' title='My Ghost'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6512465622545460594</id><published>2007-01-19T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:52:12.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>EXPECTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don’t expect anything from me. I don’t know if I can take the responsibility  of it. Love is something I’m better off with out. Nothing seems to come out of  it any ways. Anytime I seem to full of it; I just seem to hurt those that ever  get close enough to care about me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the use in being apart of something that will end in anger, hate, and  strife, feelings lost, with no turning back, bonds broken, no chance to fix,  emptiness make my heart hurt but I’m just use to feeling it void all through my  life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt anyone else. I never wanted to  complicate a life. I just screw things up so bad that happiness fades to sadness  over night. I just don’t understand life anymore than before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why is that I can’t seem to get from feeling alone. Nothing seems to shake  the feeling from my mind. I try to occupy my time, but it’s just no use. I think  about it every minute of the day and night. Sleep has fled from me into waking  worries that scream out your name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m shaken hard from all this emptiness that seems to abound. Trapped as if  locked in a cell, ready for trial and conviction. No visitation for me, stripped  of all that I care about, because I’m not allowed to care with out hurting them  in the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can’t this just end it self before I end myself to this world and isolate all  feelings so no one I came across will look my direction and even care whether I  live or die…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6512465622545460594?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6512465622545460594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6512465622545460594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6512465622545460594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6512465622545460594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/expectations.html' title='EXPECTATIONS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7588532904233093916</id><published>2007-01-19T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:51:41.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>DEATH 1.01</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Drop, drop the blood stains. Ink is thicker and stains longer. You can kill  someone with a knife and they do not suffer. You can kill someone with a pen and  they can suffer for an eternity, but only as long as people remember what was  written down. But if everyone forgets, is the man alive? If only one man  remembers in a generation, he will be forever dead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The ending of life is not the end of being. If someone dies they become  something else other than what they were. We all change everyday, how much  depends on us. We can kill ourselves, but is it suicide to do so? We choose our  own ways. Everyday, weather we kill ourselves is our own choice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHOOSE CAREFULLY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7588532904233093916?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7588532904233093916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7588532904233093916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7588532904233093916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7588532904233093916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-101.html' title='DEATH 1.01'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4052845562188840608</id><published>2007-01-19T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:51:22.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>The damage is done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The light flickers on and off in my mind. Nothing seems to make sense right  now. I’ve never felt so sure about wanting to go and meet people until I went  out and met myself in the mirror. I really didn’t like what I saw in the  reflection. A thin pathetic boy shell of what should be a man. Maybe I still am  just a boy inside never really grown up to my potential in this world. I’ve  spent too much time trying to gain recognition&lt;br /&gt;From people because he feels  so alone. But he has been recognized by those around him to be great person. And  the only problem is that it is a fatal mistake for him to see what he had. The  quiet respect of everyone around him. Maybe if the respect were not so quiet he  would have appreciated it more. He likes to be praised, but he has is hard to  accept his accomplishments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The darkness has over come the light of my spirit. I fight the urges that try  to over come me and drag me down into lower depths of human existence. The fight  is never ending and it becomes harder everyday. It seems as if the gods have  given up on me and decided that I must face this without their help. I’ve never  felt so alone before now. I stand on my own against an army of thoughts that  pierced and slice my mind apart. I bleed my thoughts but I am mortally wounded.  Linear thought is not possible anymore. Random chaotic points of contact are all  I am allowed to formulate thoughts with. Explosion like bombs are all I get hit  with. Jerking my body and mind around like a rag doll in the jowls of a rabid  dog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To be free to be free, I only want to be free…. But I fear it is too late for  the damage is done and he wounds are to sloe to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4052845562188840608?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4052845562188840608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4052845562188840608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4052845562188840608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4052845562188840608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/damage-is-done.html' title='The damage is done'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1277220347823349155</id><published>2007-01-19T09:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:50:37.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Committees</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rolling over and under these random thoughts from the shit hole committee  that seem to reside in my mind. I dodge the thoughts that lay waste to me the  best I can. Fighting back seems o be like the trench warfare of WWI. Ever locked  in a stalemate. Sometimes though each side seems to gain an upper hand. I seem  to get some relief when I’m able to push the committee back. But when the  committee in my mind takes a larger hold the violent thrashing of their words  torments me and my conscience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I have a new weapon or his war. One that is to ensure victory but I fear  it. With a fear that is only known as fear of the unknown. I am afraid of what  is in store for me. Why am I so afraid of a better life? I tend to believe that  I’m so embedded in what is the chaos of my life. That I would feel uncomfortable  in a life that brings peace and serenity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have I become to comfortable bringing harm to myself? Now my war is taken to  a higher level. The committees in my mind has gained more ground than ever  before. Entrenching themselves deep in the new front lines that have formed in  my mind. I must regroup and push onward to rid them from my mind and quiet them  down. The weapon I have found is just a tool, but is a tool I must use. And use  it now! I must shed this fear of change and loss of persons that I use to call  friends for it is my mind and my life that hang on the cliff ledge. I ready to  fall over the edge. My footholds seem to be faltering, but I will stand me  ground. I must fight on! I will fight on! For this new tool, this new weapon  does not let me fight this war alone. For the new friends found are my  commanders that teach me and lead me. I know I shall not lose this war.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I still am afraid. So afraid of finding out who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1277220347823349155?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1277220347823349155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1277220347823349155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1277220347823349155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1277220347823349155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/committees.html' title='Committees'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-534735453227615221</id><published>2007-01-19T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:49:49.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Austin to Delavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your voice is cold across the wires. I thought you’d be happy to hear my  voice telling you that I’m coming home to you. You pretend to pay me attention,  acting like a good friend, but in the end you push me away, maybe&lt;br /&gt;I should  just stay right were I am. But I don’t want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more years  and I’ll be through. Maybe it will be better. Maybe I’ll be finally over you.  Because I know that you are over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-534735453227615221?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/534735453227615221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=534735453227615221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/534735453227615221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/534735453227615221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/austin-to-delavan.html' title='Austin to Delavan'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2866186256053684884</id><published>2007-01-19T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:49:31.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Alternate Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Placid thoughts stained in my brain. Sleep is the blanket that covers my  eyes. Tiny holes make my mind believe that I’m looking at the night sky.  Delusions create alternate realities of truth, but we no longer need to be  asleep to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2866186256053684884?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2866186256053684884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2866186256053684884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2866186256053684884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2866186256053684884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/alternate-reality.html' title='Alternate Reality'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7666716023256837603</id><published>2007-01-19T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:49:04.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>Aesthetically Appealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aesthetically appealing to the senses. We can’t let go of ourselves. We put  self before others trying so hard to win the prize. Is it worth all the work  when you learn that the rewards are worth less and leave you empty inside? Are  you ready to be alone? Understand that pushing and pulling can tear everything  apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7666716023256837603?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7666716023256837603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7666716023256837603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7666716023256837603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7666716023256837603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/aesthetically-appealing.html' title='Aesthetically Appealing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2275497794691418603</id><published>2007-01-19T09:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:48:47.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>A Day at School</title><content type='html'>My mind cramps trying to form thoughts. Watching people as my food goes cold. I see you in someone else’s face. I stare trying to disconcern the reality from what my mind is trying to say to me. It is said that everyone has a twin in this world somewhere. But how can you explain the four I’ve seen of you so far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head swells trying to put these words on paper. Repetitive melodies flow into my mind from the floor above my seat. Disrupted thoughts slash into me. These bleeding words are all I have in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People move, I stay in place bleeding these words to paper. Ten after noon and I sit on this bench, were I always sit thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2275497794691418603?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2275497794691418603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2275497794691418603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2275497794691418603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2275497794691418603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-at-school.html' title='A Day at School'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6851698292009303747</id><published>2007-01-19T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:48:18.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.O.W.'/><title type='text'>5 feb 99</title><content type='html'>The darkness of the room encloses me&lt;br /&gt;Like a blanket when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Only a candle brings me warmth within these walls&lt;br /&gt;Indecision weighs heavy in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of what’s to be&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to commit to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be set free&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this&lt;br /&gt;No, I just have become to accustom this life I am in right now&lt;br /&gt;Trapped with no escape&lt;br /&gt;Locked in by a piece of paper that I signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of the outside world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dreams I dream of fleeting things&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and desires of better things that I can’t have&lt;br /&gt;I want to get away but there is no where to run&lt;br /&gt;I want to drop all responsibility and hide away&lt;br /&gt;Break on through to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This darkness scares me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even remember what it was like to be free&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even remember what it was like to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these papers with these words that I write upon them&lt;br /&gt;I have this music that keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;But somehow the music seems empty now&lt;br /&gt;No longer alive, just like how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m dragging my feet and losing time&lt;br /&gt;I’m running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be real all just a dream&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m always dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I’ve forgotten how to understand things&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost the spark of fire I once held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are heavy&lt;br /&gt;I believe I shall go to sleep to wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6851698292009303747?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6851698292009303747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6851698292009303747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6851698292009303747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6851698292009303747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-feb-99.html' title='5 feb 99'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-786452863149088007</id><published>2007-01-12T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:22:50.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2002'/><title type='text'>The Death of the Pen</title><content type='html'>In my original website I posted this message about 2002:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P. My Pen (1989-2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to write poems about my life. My work, school, other writing projects and home life did not afford me the time to put pen to paper in poetry or lyrics. I started numerous stories about a game I played named Asheron's Call. In the end however those stories were never finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have tried to write numerous of times, but it was to no avail, I never liked what came out. I have once again picked up my pen in an attempt to write again. A few things have come out, but not much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to post here though, there are more writings from my past to share. As well and the vew things post 2002 I have written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-786452863149088007?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/786452863149088007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=786452863149088007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/786452863149088007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/786452863149088007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-of-pen.html' title='The Death of the Pen'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1063328797081317908</id><published>2007-01-11T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:28:15.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>3.20.2001 ( The Final Blow)</title><content type='html'>This mornings was one I should of stayed in bed&lt;br /&gt;The news of you hit me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I hope this makes you happy in life&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s killing me &lt;br /&gt;With every reminder here of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was over you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to forget your face&lt;br /&gt;Pushing your memories out of view&lt;br /&gt;But I find that they just stay in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that won’t die&lt;br /&gt;It turns and kills me from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Like a final blow to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I can never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what I get for returning to this place &lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find release from you I only get pulled&lt;br /&gt;Back with my memories of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1063328797081317908?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1063328797081317908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1063328797081317908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1063328797081317908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1063328797081317908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/3202001-final-blow.html' title='3.20.2001 ( The Final Blow)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6784285507942489345</id><published>2007-01-11T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:27:06.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Untitled 18</title><content type='html'>The deeper I go&lt;br /&gt;The less I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is only one thing to do &lt;br /&gt;I look away&lt;br /&gt;My head swells&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds&lt;br /&gt;My knees shake&lt;br /&gt;(I’m lifted right off the ground)&lt;br /&gt;When ever you are around&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m falling &lt;br /&gt;I’m falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It’s so true, I never would have thought&lt;br /&gt;That I’d fall in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6784285507942489345?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6784285507942489345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6784285507942489345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6784285507942489345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6784285507942489345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled-18.html' title='Untitled 18'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8280890872544376331</id><published>2007-01-11T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:26:23.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Untitled 17</title><content type='html'>Is this the best you have to offer us?&lt;br /&gt;Your latent form of genius&lt;br /&gt;As you try to apologize for the sorry world we have outside &lt;br /&gt;You try to place a light in us&lt;br /&gt;And we just stare&lt;br /&gt;Looking faceless at the prospect of knowing&lt;br /&gt;That you really don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the worst you can take from us?&lt;br /&gt;In our latent fall from genius&lt;br /&gt;No need o apologize&lt;br /&gt;To the sorry world we see inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8280890872544376331?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8280890872544376331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8280890872544376331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8280890872544376331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8280890872544376331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled-17.html' title='Untitled 17'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6124308011440868600</id><published>2007-01-11T08:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:25:54.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>How can I tell you all the things&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say&lt;br /&gt;A different Time&lt;br /&gt;A different place&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps…I’m just dreaming too much.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of things just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you all the feelings &lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt for you&lt;br /&gt;The things you say&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to timing&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve timed it all wrong again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6124308011440868600?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6124308011440868600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6124308011440868600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6124308011440868600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6124308011440868600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6850220424430017186</id><published>2007-01-11T08:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:25:21.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Taking for Granted</title><content type='html'>Suppression of the memories of you&lt;br /&gt;Never helped when they came unglued&lt;br /&gt;Exploding in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help relive past mistakes of me life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I was only thinking of myself&lt;br /&gt;Taking for granted&lt;br /&gt;All the things you gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And left me where I belonged&lt;br /&gt;Alone out in the cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6850220424430017186?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6850220424430017186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6850220424430017186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6850220424430017186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6850220424430017186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-for-granted.html' title='Taking for Granted'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7654933146724458803</id><published>2007-01-11T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:25:01.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>I’m so pretty, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;I know that everyone looks at me&lt;br /&gt;I’m so spoiled, yes it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I don’t pay attention because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to daddy, I can’t lose&lt;br /&gt;He replaces all the things I don’t use&lt;br /&gt;I’m so spoiled, yes it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I have all these pretty things thanks to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7654933146724458803?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7654933146724458803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7654933146724458803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7654933146724458803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7654933146724458803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3031954239222765105</id><published>2007-01-11T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:24:40.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Please, let me stay….</title><content type='html'>So now you know the truth&lt;br /&gt;I know I can’t change the past&lt;br /&gt;Just let me stat here for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Let me look at you smiling just one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3031954239222765105?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3031954239222765105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3031954239222765105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3031954239222765105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3031954239222765105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-let-me-stay.html' title='Please, let me stay….'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8340874481996271267</id><published>2007-01-11T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:24:16.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Long Halls</title><content type='html'>I open the door&lt;br /&gt;To these halls that seem only to remind me more of you&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you smiling face as you saw me coming through&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the place we sat together laughing with our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been three years now&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d be over you by now&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes I’ve made won’t let me leave this place again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t close the door to you&lt;br /&gt;These halls seem so empty now&lt;br /&gt;The floor is cold with the memories of all the better times we’ve shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8340874481996271267?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8340874481996271267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8340874481996271267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8340874481996271267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8340874481996271267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-halls.html' title='Long Halls'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7267891989418803912</id><published>2007-01-11T08:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:23:50.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Knowing, Understanding  (version 2)</title><content type='html'>We look for another’s love&lt;br /&gt;To share our feelings towards another&lt;br /&gt;It’s something so basic and so unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something I’ve come to understand&lt;br /&gt;As being apart of life&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that we can’t go with out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give, to take&lt;br /&gt;In a partnership with you&lt;br /&gt;Is something that we must come to know&lt;br /&gt;As being one, together we must understand&lt;br /&gt;That being loved, and loving someone&lt;br /&gt;Comes form understanding&lt;br /&gt;The love we have from one to another&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7267891989418803912?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7267891989418803912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7267891989418803912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7267891989418803912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7267891989418803912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/knowing-understanding-version-2.html' title='Knowing, Understanding  (version 2)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5257575154656339476</id><published>2007-01-11T08:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:23:21.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Knowing, Understanding</title><content type='html'>Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;That love and life go hand and hand?&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand?&lt;br /&gt;That pushing through is tearing us apart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give, to take&lt;br /&gt;In essence of partnership with you&lt;br /&gt;Is something that we must come to know&lt;br /&gt;As being one, together we must understand&lt;br /&gt;That being loved is something to share&lt;br /&gt;With one another in understanding&lt;br /&gt;For each other’s love for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5257575154656339476?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5257575154656339476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5257575154656339476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5257575154656339476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5257575154656339476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/knowing-understanding.html' title='Knowing, Understanding'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7719218652500998237</id><published>2007-01-11T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:22:42.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>J. Murphy’s Law</title><content type='html'>I’ve been your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you will see me&lt;br /&gt;As some thing more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, turn away, I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re going back to him&lt;br /&gt;I see all to clear now&lt;br /&gt;One day, I keep hope alive&lt;br /&gt;You will be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said it before&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t form the words &lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched for far to long&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tired of this view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7719218652500998237?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7719218652500998237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7719218652500998237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7719218652500998237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7719218652500998237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/j-murphys-law.html' title='J. Murphy’s Law'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1428026025528981195</id><published>2007-01-11T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:22:23.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>Feeling Inside</title><content type='html'>Sparkling eyes that shine though space&lt;br /&gt;Softness touch along my face&lt;br /&gt;A warm embrace that could never replace&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that come&lt;br /&gt;From just looking at your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I long to hold you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your always in my heart, but want you in my arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1428026025528981195?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1428026025528981195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1428026025528981195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1428026025528981195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1428026025528981195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-inside.html' title='Feeling Inside'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3655436317731005498</id><published>2007-01-11T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:22:04.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2001'/><title type='text'>A letter to my parents</title><content type='html'>Mother, father I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;I have my friends here, but this house is so empty&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in someone else’s world &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with out dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;These nights last too long&lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, Father, can I come home?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to a child once more?&lt;br /&gt;And be full of dreams of moving out again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;your son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3655436317731005498?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3655436317731005498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3655436317731005498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3655436317731005498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3655436317731005498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/letter-to-my-parents.html' title='A letter to my parents'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3986773383284546525</id><published>2007-01-10T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:36:00.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>Us Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Through think and thin&lt;br /&gt;We manage to win&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that we share&lt;br /&gt;Can’t  ever compare&lt;br /&gt;To life before I met you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good times, bad times&lt;br /&gt;We have managed to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Our love grows  from moment to moment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With looking back&lt;br /&gt;We go on together&lt;br /&gt;Loving one another&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through rain and shine&lt;br /&gt;I am yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;This love we  share&lt;br /&gt;Can’t ever compare&lt;br /&gt;To life before I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3986773383284546525?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3986773383284546525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3986773383284546525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3986773383284546525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3986773383284546525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/us-together.html' title='Us Together'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-438123859824981107</id><published>2007-01-10T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:34:58.386-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>Untitled 16</title><content type='html'>These passing days&lt;br /&gt;Is just a phase&lt;br /&gt;That I’m just going through&lt;br /&gt;These  passing days&lt;br /&gt;Is the time&lt;br /&gt;That I leave you behind  &lt;p&gt;It’s time to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;And move on, I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;With out you to  weigh me down again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never again will I pretend not to see&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I call you my  friend&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I forgive your stupidity&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I live  with these lies&lt;br /&gt;I see with my eyes fixed on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-438123859824981107?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/438123859824981107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=438123859824981107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/438123859824981107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/438123859824981107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled-16.html' title='Untitled 16'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-9058519372627917335</id><published>2007-01-10T08:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:43:31.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>Spring Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The cold night air blows across my face&lt;br /&gt;I look into it wishing for a bit  of peace&lt;br /&gt;I think of those soft eyes looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s time to  leave this place again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I let my feelings go&lt;br /&gt;Stretching my hands into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of her  soft embrace&lt;br /&gt;Brings me back to a warm place in spring&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The moon could never out shine her smile&lt;br /&gt;Wanting eyes to hold her next to  mine&lt;br /&gt;The softest of kisses that make my wishes come all to true&lt;br /&gt;I know  it’s time to leave this place again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Wide eyed into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of her soft  embrace&lt;br /&gt;Brings me back to a warm place in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-9058519372627917335?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/9058519372627917335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=9058519372627917335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/9058519372627917335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/9058519372627917335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/spring-dream.html' title='Spring Dream'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1117194696627664766</id><published>2007-01-10T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:34:15.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>A Shell of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was just sitting there thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but to breakdown  and cry&lt;br /&gt;Over what has happen between you and me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I try to smile and act like nothing has happen here&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see  me now, with out you&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a shell of what I was with you next to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I pry to God to make it all better&lt;br /&gt;I look to my friends for the  answers&lt;br /&gt;There is no more time&lt;br /&gt;To put back the pieces&lt;br /&gt;There is no more  time&lt;br /&gt;For me to make enough amends&lt;br /&gt;For the things I’ve done to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1117194696627664766?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1117194696627664766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1117194696627664766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1117194696627664766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1117194696627664766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/shell-of-me.html' title='A Shell of Me'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8655982536178581278</id><published>2007-01-10T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:33:50.400-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A smile so sweet it melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;My knees are weak  again&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I can’t speak the words to you&lt;br /&gt;This  happens to me every time you are near&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want one day with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I will be all right&lt;br /&gt;I just want  one night with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe than I can live life again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How can I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Every time you’re near I lose control &lt;br /&gt;Today, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Can I lose control with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8655982536178581278?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8655982536178581278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8655982536178581278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8655982536178581278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8655982536178581278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4877423562973745792</id><published>2007-01-10T08:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:33:26.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>The first night with her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blue eyes that shine&lt;br /&gt;Showing me that her heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;Soft hands touch  my face&lt;br /&gt;Showing me that she cares&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These soft whispers you put in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Always make me want you  near&lt;br /&gt;Those soft whispers you put in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how much you love  me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tell me that you leave me again&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;When you’re  away I still hear them&lt;br /&gt;Silently in my ear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These wimple words that I write&lt;br /&gt;Could never show how I feel this  night&lt;br /&gt;Take me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I know with you everything is right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4877423562973745792?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4877423562973745792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4877423562973745792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4877423562973745792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4877423562973745792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-night-with-her.html' title='The first night with her'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1029057827001117478</id><published>2007-01-10T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:32:58.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><title type='text'>Feelings Move On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting quietly, I watch the time go by&lt;br /&gt;Never moving, I clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;Of  the things I’ve done wrong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stagnation has taken hold&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived to long in this place&lt;br /&gt;Chained down  by duty&lt;br /&gt;To serve my country&lt;br /&gt;It was my choice getting here&lt;br /&gt;But choice  was lost when I raised my hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My time is almost over&lt;br /&gt;There are things to do now&lt;br /&gt;Simple freedoms to  be gained by leaving&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never look back and ask why&lt;br /&gt;I’m on a new road  that I can’t put aside&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I look forward to see,&lt;br /&gt;Hope fills my heart,&lt;br /&gt;As I come near the end at  last&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need this change of heart&lt;br /&gt;Before I tear myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1029057827001117478?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1029057827001117478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1029057827001117478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1029057827001117478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1029057827001117478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/feelings-move-on_10.html' title='Feelings Move On'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-478630374823660351</id><published>2007-01-08T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:44:10.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>You Are The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sun is setting on our love&lt;br /&gt;We never cared about anything except each  other&lt;br /&gt;Evening twilight in upon us&lt;br /&gt;And we know everything is going to be  all right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And with this ring I give to you all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And with all my heart I will  follow you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time and beyond all our lives&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This love will pull us through&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can never  seem to show you&lt;br /&gt;Just how much I love you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With the radio playing all the songs&lt;br /&gt;That make me think of you&lt;br /&gt;I still  remember all those nights&lt;br /&gt;That I held you so close and tight&lt;br /&gt;It just  saddens me to think of you&lt;br /&gt;So far away from here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m so far away from home&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t even feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-478630374823660351?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/478630374823660351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=478630374823660351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/478630374823660351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/478630374823660351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-one.html' title='You Are The One'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6269903870780103120</id><published>2007-01-08T07:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:43:24.030-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>When I’m thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I look to the sun for warmth&lt;br /&gt;In December days of cold&lt;br /&gt;As my breath is  seen so bold in the air&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I turn to you for love&lt;br /&gt;When I’m living here without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I look to the moon for comfort&lt;br /&gt;As these nights go buy with out you&lt;br /&gt;I  think of nights we shared together here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I turn to your love&lt;br /&gt;When I’m living here without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When is a smile more than happiness?&lt;br /&gt;When is a frown more than  sadness?&lt;br /&gt;When is laughter more than joy?&lt;br /&gt;When is crying more than  grief&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s when I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6269903870780103120?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6269903870780103120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6269903870780103120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6269903870780103120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6269903870780103120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-im-thinking-of-you.html' title='When I’m thinking of you'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6843701225143903523</id><published>2007-01-08T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:43:02.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Untitled 15</title><content type='html'>My mind reels, and nothing seems real&lt;br /&gt;This daze that’s over me just won’t let  me be&lt;br /&gt;I sit and stare at what the people have to share&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I can  even relate it to me  &lt;p&gt;But can I accept the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of what’s really inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I ponder the  times, I tried to ask why&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that can help me believe?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not enough has been said&lt;br /&gt;Not enough has been done&lt;br /&gt;I look to you for the  answers&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know the questions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can it be that I’m right where I need to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6843701225143903523?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6843701225143903523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6843701225143903523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6843701225143903523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6843701225143903523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled-15.html' title='Untitled 15'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7724994610307824197</id><published>2007-01-08T07:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:42:23.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>This Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A record spins throwing music in the air&lt;br /&gt;I think of the consequences for  having&lt;br /&gt;Turned everything upside down&lt;br /&gt;All your hard work has never paid  itself off&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re making up excuses to make it all seem so smooth&lt;br /&gt;But  you never find the pieces to make everything come together in your hands&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This looks like a mess, just turn the page&lt;br /&gt;We’ve made a mess, just turn  the page&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s come to this&lt;br /&gt;A sentimental memory of a time  when&lt;br /&gt;We were together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7724994610307824197?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7724994610307824197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7724994610307824197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7724994610307824197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7724994610307824197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-mess.html' title='This Mess'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8051199525459542477</id><published>2007-01-08T07:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:41:34.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>The Real You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I see now the friend you are&lt;br /&gt;I only did what was right for  everyone&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can’t let it go&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I’m going to suffer  along&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn’t do what I did for fun&lt;br /&gt;But you pulled the trigger and fired the  gun&lt;br /&gt;Shot me down and never looked back&lt;br /&gt;To see what you left behind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you been this way all your life&lt;br /&gt;Turning sour with the slightest bit  of strife&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can have it easy all the time&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to face  this and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8051199525459542477?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8051199525459542477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8051199525459542477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8051199525459542477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8051199525459542477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/real-you.html' title='The Real You'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4334474108201878477</id><published>2007-01-08T07:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:41:12.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>So long – I fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Goodbye my company&lt;br /&gt;Hello to this halo&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to this part of me&lt;br /&gt;Hello  to this payload&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I use to keep imagining&lt;br /&gt;That everything was against me&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m alone in  silence&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating out my defiance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye to the rest of me&lt;br /&gt;Hello to my new low&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye don’t cry for  me&lt;br /&gt;Hello I must go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tricks and tips disgust me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried honest and valor&lt;br /&gt;Pieces in the  jaws of laughter&lt;br /&gt;All the teeth start to chatter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can this music pull and hold it all together&lt;br /&gt;Can these scribbles keep ma  mind on level&lt;br /&gt;Can these people see what’s happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Can me friends  understand all they see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye to all of me&lt;br /&gt;Hello to the halo&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to what I see&lt;br /&gt;Hello I  must know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4334474108201878477?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4334474108201878477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4334474108201878477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4334474108201878477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4334474108201878477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-long-i-fucked-up.html' title='So long – I fucked up'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6987242468882197659</id><published>2007-01-08T07:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:40:54.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Save the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;See her standing on the corner&lt;br /&gt;She’s waiting for a man to pay her  way&lt;br /&gt;To better days found on a mattress&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t look no more.)&lt;br /&gt;See him  sulking in among the shadows&lt;br /&gt;He’s waiting for someone to pay his way&lt;br /&gt;To  redemption found in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t look no more)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I haven’t got the time for the things I see&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t look no more at these  things)&lt;br /&gt;It’s no use trying to save the world until I can save myself&lt;br /&gt;(I  can’t look at anything until I look at myself)&lt;br /&gt;When we go so low as to put it  all on the line&lt;br /&gt;For the petty things that become our addictions&lt;br /&gt;When we  pave the way to lose our self-righteousness&lt;br /&gt;With the voices that we can’t let  fade away&lt;br /&gt;We might as well give up on ourselves&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there nothing worth saving?&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing worth striving for?&lt;br /&gt;I’m  tired of looking outside, please shut the door&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t look at these things  no more)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know I’m not better than the next man is&lt;br /&gt;But at least I’ve still have  enough pride&lt;br /&gt;To push myself out of the holes we fall in&lt;br /&gt;And keep my  self-moving ahead, in time&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find away, for you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6987242468882197659?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6987242468882197659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6987242468882197659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6987242468882197659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6987242468882197659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/save-world.html' title='Save the World'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1209239247925354226</id><published>2007-01-08T07:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:40:35.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Really Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The green of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Is more than skin deep&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of  you&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to stay away&lt;br /&gt;From the places I was lost without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The simple memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Is just too much to contemplate&lt;br /&gt;When is being  alone, really being alone&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blue of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is more than skin deep&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of  you&lt;br /&gt;The more I try to stay away&lt;br /&gt;From the memories I have without you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The simple memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Is just too much to contemplate&lt;br /&gt;When is being  alone, really being alone&lt;br /&gt;With out you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1209239247925354226?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1209239247925354226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1209239247925354226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1209239247925354226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1209239247925354226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/really-alone.html' title='Really Alone'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-116669458986008849</id><published>2007-01-08T07:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:40:14.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Strike me down again&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I could have so much trust in  you&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got suckered in with your smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;You let me down&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;You were gone&lt;br /&gt;And I  was lost&lt;br /&gt;Your bridges burned&lt;br /&gt;This lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you  got to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Strike me down again&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is going to be the end&lt;br /&gt;Knock me  down again&lt;br /&gt;I never saw that you sucker punch come around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;This trust unfound&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the ground&lt;br /&gt;With my  head&lt;br /&gt;Between my knees&lt;br /&gt;It’s so absurd&lt;br /&gt;I feel so burned&lt;br /&gt;I can’t  conceive you got to me&lt;br /&gt;Never again will you get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-116669458986008849?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/116669458986008849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=116669458986008849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/116669458986008849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/116669458986008849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1844750705113896882</id><published>2007-01-08T07:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:39:56.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Not without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Her eyes shine like stars on the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make them mine&lt;br /&gt;So  many questions to ask of you&lt;br /&gt;But there are no answers for me to choose&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I see her, she sees me&lt;br /&gt;Our hand join as one&lt;br /&gt;As we look to the sun&lt;br /&gt;No  words to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;Between our ears&lt;br /&gt;Just two hearts filled with  love&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else we hold dear&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her smile feels as warm as the sun&lt;br /&gt;She could never be replaced by  anyone&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things I want to do&lt;br /&gt;But I could never do them with  out you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her embrace is soft in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves me more and more&lt;br /&gt;As  the days go by with each other&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t go on here with out her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1844750705113896882?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1844750705113896882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1844750705113896882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1844750705113896882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1844750705113896882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-without-you.html' title='Not without you'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7863471993453888796</id><published>2007-01-08T07:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:39:37.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Not on my Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve come to ask you for help&lt;br /&gt;The 4 years of trying to do things on my own  alone&lt;br /&gt;Has taken a toll on my soul&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I try to speak, but the words just don’t form right&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know  how I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;I need to work this out of me with you&lt;br /&gt;To get better  in this world&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How can I trust myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed at everything before&lt;br /&gt;Because  I made myself so alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I rejected friends and family&lt;br /&gt;I even rejected me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;I have found away to pick myself  up again&lt;br /&gt;And with this help I will conquer all, I am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7863471993453888796?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7863471993453888796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7863471993453888796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7863471993453888796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7863471993453888796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-on-my-own.html' title='Not on my Own'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5761512218110615761</id><published>2007-01-08T07:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:38:46.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Memories of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Her voice echoes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can picture her eyes so bright&lt;br /&gt;And the  smile she wears when we&lt;br /&gt;First met each other&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even though she is far away&lt;br /&gt;She is always close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m so  glad, I’m so glad&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I met you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The little whispers that she spoke&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the words&lt;br /&gt;She said  before she left for home&lt;br /&gt;That unforgettable night with her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can I go on with out her by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Only the memories of those days pull  me through to you&lt;br /&gt;The daily pains that I go through are never&lt;br /&gt;Quite as bad  when you are around&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could just take me away from here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I know what it feels like to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what it feels like to  love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5761512218110615761?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5761512218110615761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5761512218110615761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5761512218110615761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5761512218110615761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/memories-of-you.html' title='Memories of you'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3494997193017252123</id><published>2007-01-08T07:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:38:26.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Is this hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Four walls surround me&lt;br /&gt;The comfort I look for is not with in here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I dream of your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m upside down&lt;br /&gt;I stare up to the  floor&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I see inside me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Show me a better way&lt;br /&gt;To shed these feelings that stay&lt;br /&gt;Misery has got to  me&lt;br /&gt;Cutting me down again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your arms let go of me too soon&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling to the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I close my  eyes once more&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what you see inside me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feeling like there is nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I turn to the memories of  you&lt;br /&gt;I’m broken, but working out from the inside of this shell&lt;br /&gt;Trying to  keep myself from burning n this hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3494997193017252123?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3494997193017252123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3494997193017252123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3494997193017252123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3494997193017252123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-this-hell.html' title='Is this hell?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3296300848811059078</id><published>2007-01-08T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:38:08.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>I’m not you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t escape this place of false faces&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I fucked up,  but it doesn’t change who I am inside&lt;br /&gt;You see me in a different way, what can  I hide&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to see everything &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All torn up&lt;br /&gt;All torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Sitting quietly alone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Watching people go by&lt;br /&gt;Their faces explain that they don’t contemplate the  local weather&lt;br /&gt;To them everything is so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Their place is set the  dinner is served cold&lt;br /&gt;And they never wonder why&lt;br /&gt;The wold never stops for  them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If trying to be like you&lt;br /&gt;Is the easy way of life&lt;br /&gt;Then how could I live  with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3296300848811059078?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3296300848811059078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3296300848811059078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3296300848811059078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3296300848811059078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-you.html' title='I’m not you'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4804781695399218804</id><published>2007-01-08T07:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:37:38.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never thought that schoolboys could tell me much of life&lt;br /&gt;I looked at  them with hard-boiled eyes, never cracking a smile&lt;br /&gt;But I never really grew  out of their shoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I see them running&lt;br /&gt;I see them playing&lt;br /&gt;With all the things I use to  cherish in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what it is like to be grown up&lt;br /&gt;Searching  for a better day than before&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I run in circles, I move in paths not mine&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself with  hard-boiled eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see nothing but a shell of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4804781695399218804?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4804781695399218804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4804781695399218804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4804781695399218804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4804781695399218804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/grown-up.html' title='Grown Up'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-279980076396390003</id><published>2007-01-08T07:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:37:18.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Friends End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watch the clouds roll by over the trees&lt;br /&gt;Can I have some more meaningless  conversation please&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hadn’t though that I could stand to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been so  annoyed until now&lt;br /&gt;You hate me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But we both are unable to  leave this place&lt;br /&gt;And find better conversations&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s been a year&lt;br /&gt;It took that long to break the friendship we had&lt;br /&gt;This  circus we live in is breaking us down&lt;br /&gt;We need to get out, move on to better  times&lt;br /&gt;I know that we are never right just wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-279980076396390003?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/279980076396390003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=279980076396390003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/279980076396390003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/279980076396390003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-end.html' title='Friends End'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2050971555733232783</id><published>2007-01-08T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:36:43.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Feelings Move On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting quietly I watch the time go by&lt;br /&gt;Never moving I clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;Of  the things I’ve done wrong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stagnation has taken hold&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived to long in this place&lt;br /&gt;Chained down  by duty&lt;br /&gt;To serve my country&lt;br /&gt;It was my choice getting here&lt;br /&gt;But choice  was lost when I raised my hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My time is almost over&lt;br /&gt;There are things to do now&lt;br /&gt;Simple freedoms to be  gained by leaving&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never look back and ask why&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m on a new road that I can’t put aside&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to see hope  filling my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I come near the end at last&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need this change  of heart&lt;br /&gt;Before I tear myself apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2050971555733232783?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2050971555733232783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2050971555733232783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2050971555733232783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2050971555733232783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/feelings-move-on.html' title='Feelings Move On'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3974502145920517873</id><published>2007-01-08T07:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:36:22.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Everything with Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never honestly looked at myself&lt;br /&gt;I try to let go of the way of  life&lt;br /&gt;That put me in this mess that I’m in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not in control anymore&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving up the reins to someone higher than  I am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are not in control, we never were&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to stop fooling  ourselves&lt;br /&gt;With the fear that we are nothing when we give ourselves up to  God&lt;br /&gt;We can be anything through Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3974502145920517873?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3974502145920517873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3974502145920517873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3974502145920517873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3974502145920517873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-with-him.html' title='Everything with Him'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8350972260731182634</id><published>2007-01-08T07:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:35:52.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Don’t go…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The newness of you brings pain and relief&lt;br /&gt;To these tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;A simple  pleasure that’s long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Is sparked once again inside of me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pleas don’t go away&lt;br /&gt;I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in  my&lt;br /&gt;Even if at time I don’t believe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This simple bliss had been missed&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid to lose it again&lt;br /&gt;This  simple bliss had been missed&lt;br /&gt;I know now that I never have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8350972260731182634?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8350972260731182634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8350972260731182634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8350972260731182634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8350972260731182634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-go.html' title='Don’t go…'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8237995082475892370</id><published>2007-01-08T07:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:35:34.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Dark Day in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The rain is coming down&lt;br /&gt;The water pools and I see my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Oil  stains disfigures my face&lt;br /&gt;But I think it makes me look better than I really  do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thunder and the lightning shake and light the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds roll  over head telling me to go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t move, I only think of  you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At my side, or just in my mind&lt;br /&gt;You are never far away&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear  your name&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to say it to myself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This dark day in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss you so much more than before&lt;br /&gt;It  really suites how I feel today&lt;br /&gt;I remember sunny days together&lt;br /&gt;These  thought run like water in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The water falls from my eye as I think of  you so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8237995082475892370?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8237995082475892370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8237995082475892370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8237995082475892370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8237995082475892370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/dark-day-in-texas.html' title='Dark Day in Texas'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2757367480005346640</id><published>2007-01-08T07:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:35:13.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is this girl I know, and her heart is made of gold&lt;br /&gt;There is this  girl I know, and her smiles are big and bold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I tell her how much I love her&lt;br /&gt;But it’s never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;This love  between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Is for the whole world to see&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say I  love you&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you love me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is this girl I know, that I dream about when I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;There is  this girl I know, that dreams of the day that I come back home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She tells me that she loves me&lt;br /&gt;And that she can’t express it  enough&lt;br /&gt;This love we have for each other&lt;br /&gt;Is what holds us together&lt;br /&gt;I  came home to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that you love me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With big blue eyes and a smile so wide&lt;br /&gt;She greets me at the door&lt;br /&gt;I hold  her tight, never waiting to let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2757367480005346640?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2757367480005346640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2757367480005346640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2757367480005346640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2757367480005346640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8585534063650759005</id><published>2007-01-08T07:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:34:51.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve learned that to blame someone else&lt;br /&gt;Is not to look at my  self-true&lt;br /&gt;The faults I have are all my own&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to blame but  myself&lt;br /&gt;For all the shit I put my self through&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Redirection of my imperfection&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason I am where I am,  now&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Clarification, gratification&lt;br /&gt;Another gift from God learned through you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everything is changing&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I the same&lt;br /&gt;I become better one day  at a time&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me see me true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8585534063650759005?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8585534063650759005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8585534063650759005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8585534063650759005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8585534063650759005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/blame.html' title='Blame'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6889325167787158184</id><published>2007-01-08T07:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:34:32.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>Another Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m not the one to harm anyone&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt anything&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No break, these thoughts of violence&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to shake, from my  mind&lt;br /&gt;Now take these needles from my heart&lt;br /&gt;So I can love once again, in  time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I seem to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;In side I’m barely alive&lt;br /&gt;I try not to hide&lt;br /&gt;I  turn over in my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As misery comfort, and sadness warms my heart&lt;br /&gt;I see the days, just strip  away&lt;br /&gt;Another chance at piecing my self back together&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the  pieces fit back together again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The days just roll away&lt;br /&gt;The future doesn’t seem to far away&lt;br /&gt;Is there  nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;About how I never seem to stay in one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6889325167787158184?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6889325167787158184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6889325167787158184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6889325167787158184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6889325167787158184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-chance.html' title='Another Chance'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3815731156233550172</id><published>2007-01-08T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:34:08.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>02.04.1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never saw you look so down&lt;br /&gt;What was it that made you walk with you  head&lt;br /&gt;So close to the ground&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’re such a pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;And you have a really pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;To look  after you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you and her are going to be at my home for  awhile&lt;br /&gt;Say you will stay for awhile&lt;br /&gt;I’m lonely and I need friends  around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You use to look so happy&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to understand what you are&lt;br /&gt;Going  through&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of all the times you helped me&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I help you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never saw you look so down&lt;br /&gt;It’s not healthy to scrape your head&lt;br /&gt;On  the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3815731156233550172?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3815731156233550172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3815731156233550172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3815731156233550172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3815731156233550172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/02041999.html' title='02.04.1999'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6963572522609917898</id><published>2007-01-08T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:33:49.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><title type='text'>You never left me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me when you close your  eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even think of me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought I saw you today&lt;br /&gt;In someone else’s face&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard your  voice&lt;br /&gt;From someone else’s lips&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is what I want to feel&lt;br /&gt;But no  one can give me that but you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I dream the dreams of a time-gone bye&lt;br /&gt;I see you so clearly whenever I  close me eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice ever so softly&lt;br /&gt;Telling me it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;But I  wake up and realize it was just a dream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You never left me&lt;br /&gt;Even though you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;I remember smiling at the  memories of you&lt;br /&gt;But now I cry at every thought of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6963572522609917898?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6963572522609917898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6963572522609917898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6963572522609917898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6963572522609917898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-never-left-me.html' title='You never left me'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6113599600342562783</id><published>2007-01-05T19:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:56:23.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>We will be together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watch as the rain falls in the street light&lt;br /&gt;  Cigarette smoke floats past my face&lt;br /&gt;  I see you standing there in the rain&lt;br /&gt;  Thinking if you should come to me or just walk away&lt;br /&gt;  And all I can say is that you are more beautiful than ever before&lt;br /&gt;  As you just stand in the street light letting the rain wet down your hair&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jessie, don’t walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve never done anything to upset you&lt;br /&gt;  Jessie, don’t walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  I just want you near me&lt;br /&gt;  I just want you in my life&lt;/p&gt; I watch as the rain stops falling in the street light&lt;br /&gt;  I flick my cigarette into the grass&lt;br /&gt;  I see you smile as you come to me&lt;br /&gt;  Thinking of us together&lt;br /&gt;  And your beauty shines more than every as you come near&lt;br /&gt;  I know now that we will always be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6113599600342562783?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6113599600342562783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6113599600342562783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6113599600342562783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6113599600342562783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-will-be-together.html' title='We will be together.'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-9000459944350815259</id><published>2007-01-05T19:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:56:02.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Tread of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;White light flashes as I watch the world go by&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder if she ever thinks of me in time&lt;br /&gt;  The things I’ve seen and the dreams I’ve dreamed&lt;br /&gt;  Will never replace the feelings I have in my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The voices that whisper in the dark at night&lt;br /&gt;  I try not to listen to them as they fade in my mind&lt;br /&gt;  The things I’ve felt and the lives I’ve lead&lt;br /&gt;  Will never replace the desire I have deep inside&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The replacement killers are the pills&lt;br /&gt;  That are my reality to swallow whole&lt;br /&gt;  Save me, save me from this bliss&lt;br /&gt;  Save me, save me from loneliness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She has gone along, alone&lt;br /&gt;  Dragging me by a thread&lt;br /&gt;  Made of my own memories of her&lt;br /&gt;  I can’t seem to let go of it at all&lt;br /&gt;  As I continue to slip out of control&lt;/p&gt; Red lights flash in my eyes as I watch the world leave&lt;br /&gt;  I’m blinded by the glare in the thoughts of her fire&lt;br /&gt;  The things I never thought I would do to you&lt;br /&gt;  Will haunt my mind and keep me awake at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-9000459944350815259?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/9000459944350815259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=9000459944350815259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/9000459944350815259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/9000459944350815259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/tread-of-memories.html' title='Tread of Memories'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-1649766365967888127</id><published>2007-01-05T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:55:39.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>SWIRL</title><content type='html'>City lights stream and fade away&lt;br /&gt;  In my mind I seem to stay &lt;p&gt;Changing times have made me realize&lt;br /&gt;  What it is to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;  Within the past events of time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still wide-awake, staring with blood shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;  I’m falling into places I don’t need to be&lt;br /&gt;  I need to stop living within history&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bedroom lights swirl and fade away&lt;br /&gt;  In my mind I seem to stay&lt;/p&gt; Picking up the pieces I find&lt;br /&gt;  That I’m living an empty life&lt;br /&gt;  Without the friends I call mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-1649766365967888127?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/1649766365967888127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=1649766365967888127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1649766365967888127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/1649766365967888127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/swirl.html' title='SWIRL'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-42034837320246649</id><published>2007-01-05T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:55:21.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Stupid Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dream these dream about you&lt;br /&gt;  I dream these dreams without you&lt;br /&gt;  I trip and fall all over you&lt;br /&gt;  I stumble through because of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These naked days just pass me by&lt;br /&gt;  I sit here in the shade, all cold&lt;br /&gt;  Watching you laying in the sun&lt;br /&gt;  Looking at you, I come undone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;  I can’t even remember your name&lt;br /&gt;  Your beauty blinds me and makes me dumb&lt;br /&gt;  Just call me stupid, I’ve come undone&lt;/p&gt; I’m just a stupid boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-42034837320246649?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/42034837320246649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=42034837320246649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/42034837320246649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/42034837320246649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-boy.html' title='Stupid Boy'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3971690239544104609</id><published>2007-01-05T19:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:55:02.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Razor Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ten razors tall&lt;br /&gt;  I stand out to cut all of you down&lt;br /&gt;  Big teeth and a smile&lt;br /&gt;  Is all I have for you when you come around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fuck all of you&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;  You try, you try, you try&lt;br /&gt;  There’s no way you can win&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ten razors tall&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t expect me to apologize at all&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve waited far to long&lt;br /&gt;  To put it out of view when you come along&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There’s nothing out there&lt;br /&gt;  There is even less in here&lt;br /&gt;  Stop looking for something&lt;br /&gt;  That completes you self image&lt;br /&gt;  With out giving satisfaction from within&lt;/p&gt; Stop looking for something&lt;br /&gt;  That just stays outside your eye&lt;br /&gt;  Not giving you peace of mind and soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3971690239544104609?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3971690239544104609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3971690239544104609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3971690239544104609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3971690239544104609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/razor-burn.html' title='Razor Burn'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2244668340883944181</id><published>2007-01-05T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:54:43.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>PATHETIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO&lt;br /&gt;  AND NO ONE WILL KNOW&lt;br /&gt;  THE TIMES THAT WE SHARE&lt;br /&gt;  WITH THE PEOPLE WHO CARE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;AND I KNOW IT’S HARD&lt;br /&gt;  TO BE WITH THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T SEEM TO CARE&lt;br /&gt;  AND I KNOW LIFE IS ROUGH&lt;br /&gt;  WHEN SOMEONE SO CLOSE IS NEVER REALLY THERE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IT’S TIME TO COME TO YOUR SENSES&lt;br /&gt;  NO ONE CAN MAKE YOU ANYTHING LESS&lt;br /&gt;  THAN WHAT YOU MAKE YOURSELF TO BE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I FOUND SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’VE KEPT IT ALL INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;  BUT THERE IS NOWHERE TO HIDE&lt;br /&gt;  THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SHOWN&lt;br /&gt;  THIS LIFE IS MY OWN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BUT WE ALL MUST TRY&lt;br /&gt;  NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;  IT’S ALL DO OR DIE&lt;br /&gt;  JUST ACCEPT THIS AS TRUTH AND START LIFE ANEW&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IT’S TIME TO COME TO YOUR SENSES&lt;br /&gt;  NO ONE CAN MAKE YOU ANYTHNG LESS&lt;br /&gt;  THAN WHAT YOU MAKE YOURSELF TO BE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’VE FOUND NEW STRENGTH IN ME&lt;/p&gt; SO STOP LOOKING AT THE GROUND&lt;br /&gt;  BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING THERE TO BE FOUND&lt;br /&gt;  NO ONE IS GOING TO HAND YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;  YOU MUST GET IT FROM INSIDE AND ABOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2244668340883944181?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2244668340883944181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2244668340883944181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2244668340883944181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2244668340883944181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/pathetic.html' title='PATHETIC'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-4964923404470276403</id><published>2007-01-05T19:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:54:20.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Painful Time of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Her eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;  She’s thinking of him in better days&lt;br /&gt;  These memories won’t fade away&lt;br /&gt;  She holds them close to her heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The world moves on but she stands still&lt;br /&gt;  Unable to move, unable to see&lt;br /&gt;  She sheds a tear in fear of what’s to be&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The radio plays&lt;br /&gt;  She’s thinking of him in better ways&lt;br /&gt;  These melodies swirl and fade away&lt;br /&gt;  She’s locked away deep in her heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The world moves on, but she stand still&lt;br /&gt;  Unable to view, unable to leave&lt;br /&gt;  She sheds a tear in fear of what’s to be&lt;/p&gt; The light I saw in her eyes is gone&lt;br /&gt;  Put out by something going out of control&lt;br /&gt;  Lacking strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;  She breaths just to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;  Her memories are all she has in this life&lt;br /&gt;  To take her away from here&lt;br /&gt;  He memories are all she’s got&lt;br /&gt;  To take her back from here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-4964923404470276403?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/4964923404470276403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=4964923404470276403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4964923404470276403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/4964923404470276403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/painful-time-of-day.html' title='Painful Time of Day'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-17731936240361946</id><published>2007-01-05T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:54:01.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>OVER YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am the one who cares (for you)&lt;br /&gt;  I am the one to be there (for you)&lt;br /&gt;  By you’re side, or just deep inside&lt;br /&gt;  I’ll bring you up when you are down&lt;br /&gt;  You can count on me to be around&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing is as sweet as your kiss&lt;br /&gt;  The warm embrace that I miss&lt;br /&gt;  I sometimes wonder how I get by&lt;br /&gt;  Knowing that you’re with some other guy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leandra, I know that I’ve done you wrong&lt;br /&gt;  Leandra, I’m stuck here as you move on&lt;br /&gt;  Leandra, someday the pain will go away&lt;br /&gt;  Leandra, I know I will get over you someday&lt;/p&gt; I was the one who cared for you&lt;br /&gt;  I was the one who was there for you&lt;br /&gt;  At your side or just deep inside&lt;br /&gt;  I’ll try to hold you up above the crowd&lt;br /&gt;  But you no longer want me around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-17731936240361946?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/17731936240361946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=17731936240361946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/17731936240361946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/17731936240361946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/over-you.html' title='OVER YOU'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2276733729026962007</id><published>2007-01-05T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:53:41.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Not any better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;  What would life be like if we were back together&lt;br /&gt;  The trust is left and gone, I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;  And you’ve already found another&lt;br /&gt;  That will hold you close to him&lt;br /&gt;  So with these crazy thoughts that only&lt;br /&gt;  Make my life that much harder to live.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;  The shadows on the walls dance meaningless gestures&lt;br /&gt;  I see them all to clearly even when asleep&lt;br /&gt;  Dreams of you and me haunt my mind&lt;br /&gt;  Not letting me rest here as I try to gather&lt;br /&gt;  The pieces, to put my life back together to live&lt;/p&gt; Quietly I cry&lt;br /&gt;  As the angels soothe my soul&lt;br /&gt;  Silently I try&lt;br /&gt;  As you turn away from me&lt;br /&gt;  To hold on to something that isn’t there&lt;br /&gt;  I thought I was getting better at living here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2276733729026962007?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2276733729026962007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2276733729026962007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2276733729026962007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2276733729026962007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-any-better.html' title='Not any better'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-6899421322613112145</id><published>2007-01-05T19:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:53:20.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>NO MORE WORDS I CAN SAY</title><content type='html'>THERE ARE NO MORE WORDS I CAN SAY THAT CAN MAKE THIS ANY BETTER. I KNOW I WILL    BRING HURT IF I STAY ANY LONGER. MY FEELINGS WILL NEVER FADE. I DON’T    WANT TO BREAK WHAT WAS MADE. BUT IT’S JUST TO LATE TO HANG ON. IT DOESN’T    SEEM RIGHT TO GO ON. I CAN’T GET IT OUT OF MY MIND. BUT I’M REALLY    LETTING GO THIS TIME. BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO. I NEED    TO GET AWAY FROM YOU. AND I KNOW I WON’T LOOK BACK THIS WAY. SO DON’T    WAIT FOR ME TO RETURN. I’M LETTING MY BRIDGES BURN. I’VE REACHED    THE POINT OF NO RETURN WITH YOU. YOU’VE SET THE MOOD. I’M THROUGH    WITH YOU. BY THE WAY, CAN I SPEND THE NIGHT NEXT TO YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-6899421322613112145?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/6899421322613112145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=6899421322613112145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6899421322613112145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/6899421322613112145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-words-i-can-say.html' title='NO MORE WORDS I CAN SAY'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-3833684222303969591</id><published>2007-01-05T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:52:54.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>My own song…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You look at your image in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;  Do you recognize what’s in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;  Displeased with what you see&lt;br /&gt;  You smash the glass and leave home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;City lights stream above your heard&lt;br /&gt;  You must find a reason to exist&lt;br /&gt;  Playing the part of the fool&lt;br /&gt;  You’re playing by your own rules&lt;/p&gt; Drink you heart out&lt;br /&gt;  Take the latest fix&lt;br /&gt;  You’ll go home alone, for sure&lt;br /&gt;  It’s your life to endure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-3833684222303969591?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/3833684222303969591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=3833684222303969591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3833684222303969591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/3833684222303969591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-own-song.html' title='My own song…'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-5162497823692130550</id><published>2007-01-05T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:52:26.755-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>MOVING</title><content type='html'>Feelings follow, nothing is happening between us. I’m afraid of moving    on without you near,or without you at all. Voices in the wind tell me to be    strong. But these feelings have been there for so long. My life is my own, but    I feel so alone. I can’t help what I feel. It hurts so bad, I know it’s    real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-5162497823692130550?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/5162497823692130550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=5162497823692130550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5162497823692130550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/5162497823692130550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving.html' title='MOVING'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2161809630040968883</id><published>2007-01-05T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:52:06.300-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Miss Eliasson I…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your just sitting there&lt;br /&gt;  I don’t mean to stare at your face&lt;br /&gt;  But I have to look for a little while&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People pass by and don’t even try to see&lt;br /&gt;  The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;  When you think of me there at your side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I know how much you try&lt;br /&gt;  And I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder why I can’t be there for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I take your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;  Say, tomorrow will be another day&lt;br /&gt;  That I wish you will never leave&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We look to each other to see&lt;br /&gt;  What we have in one another&lt;br /&gt;  But my eyes are closed so I can be next to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your pictures are never enough for me&lt;br /&gt;  To feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;  When I’m thinking of you at my side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I know how much you try&lt;br /&gt;  And I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder why I can’t be there for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I take your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;  Say, tomorrow will be another day&lt;br /&gt;  That I wish you could just stay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2161809630040968883?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2161809630040968883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2161809630040968883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2161809630040968883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2161809630040968883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/miss-eliasson-i.html' title='Miss Eliasson I…'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-156175689432366343</id><published>2007-01-05T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:51:46.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s too late to change my mind&lt;br /&gt;  I’m trying to change my heart&lt;br /&gt;  This love letter is making me hunt you down&lt;br /&gt;  Am I living inside myself&lt;br /&gt;  Or just losing touch with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This love letter has got the worst of you&lt;br /&gt;  I can’t stand-alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve fallen to the floor&lt;br /&gt;  Paralyzed by the memory of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s too late to change my mind about you&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve tried to change my heart&lt;br /&gt;  This love letter is making me bring you down&lt;br /&gt;  Are you living how you live&lt;br /&gt;  Or are you losing everything too&lt;/p&gt; It’s too late to change my mind&lt;br /&gt;  I’m going to change my heart&lt;br /&gt;  This love letter is making me take you down&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve fallen down again….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-156175689432366343?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/156175689432366343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=156175689432366343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/156175689432366343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/156175689432366343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-letter.html' title='Love letter'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8001589562120095846</id><published>2007-01-05T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:51:26.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>LOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time can’t ease the feeling of pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;  I’m not ready to move on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loss of trust separates our lives&lt;br /&gt;  And brings in disgust&lt;br /&gt;  What was done is past&lt;br /&gt;  Can’t you just move on, at last&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looks burn&lt;br /&gt;  Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;  Lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;  I’m no longer with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Feelings fade&lt;br /&gt;  Away in time&lt;br /&gt;  With passing days&lt;br /&gt;  Gone by&lt;br /&gt;  I’M NO LONGER WITH YOU&lt;/p&gt; You won’t let me forget the past&lt;br /&gt;  I’m losing my mind at last&lt;br /&gt;  Is this what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;  Because all is lost, like I never lived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8001589562120095846?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8001589562120095846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8001589562120095846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8001589562120095846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8001589562120095846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/lose.html' title='LOSE'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-371593403860622120</id><published>2007-01-05T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:51:05.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Long distance serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think of you as I sit here patiently for the hour to pass by&lt;br /&gt;  So I can leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;  I dream of you at night waiting patiently for the thirty days to pass by&lt;br /&gt;  So I can see you again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The time has come for me to go home and be with you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;  I don’t understand how I’ve lived this long with out you here at    my side&lt;br /&gt;  I don’t know why I’ve never know these feelings until I met you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Texas maybe home, but I’m stuck here all alone&lt;br /&gt;  You’re always in my mind&lt;br /&gt;  Please be patient, it’s just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;  Till we hold hands once again&lt;br /&gt;  And walk together under the sun&lt;/p&gt; Our love is holding us together&lt;br /&gt;  Our love is making up the space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-371593403860622120?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/371593403860622120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=371593403860622120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/371593403860622120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/371593403860622120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-distance-serenade.html' title='Long distance serenade'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8701687986315320562</id><published>2007-01-05T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:50:45.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Lollipops and Red Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;  This feeling of insecurity just grows&lt;br /&gt;  The pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;  Passes by when I try to find the cure&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was a boy I never dreamed&lt;br /&gt;  Of these kind of days&lt;br /&gt;  Adults never knew why&lt;br /&gt;  We didn’t try to understand life through their eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing ever mattered to us but candy and smiles&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lollipops and red balloons&lt;br /&gt;  Sleeping in until almost noon&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing seemed to phase me in those days&lt;br /&gt;  Not a care to damage me in anyway&lt;br /&gt;  But now it seems that I’m too aware&lt;br /&gt;  Of what my surroundings are here&lt;br /&gt;  In my room alone…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8701687986315320562?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8701687986315320562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8701687986315320562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8701687986315320562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8701687986315320562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/lollipops-and-red-balloons.html' title='Lollipops and Red Balloons'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-8080696413184707725</id><published>2007-01-05T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:50:18.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>L.M.B. IS NOT WITH ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;SLIPPING MEMORIES OF WHEN YOU WERE AROUND&lt;br /&gt;  REMEMBER WHEN I WAS THE ONE TO KISS YOUR CROWN&lt;br /&gt;  NOW, SOMEONE ELSE SITS WITH HIS ARM AROUND&lt;br /&gt;  THE COOLEST GIRL IN TOWN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHRISTIE FRONT DRIVE, RIDES IN MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;  AS THE PROMISE RING IS RETURNED&lt;br /&gt;  THIS BOY’S LIFE WASN’T SO KIND&lt;br /&gt;  SAMIAM HAS TAKEN HIS TURN&lt;/p&gt; IT SEEMS L.M.B. IS NOT THE ONE FOR ME….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-8080696413184707725?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/8080696413184707725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=8080696413184707725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8080696413184707725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/8080696413184707725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/lmb-is-not-with-me.html' title='L.M.B. IS NOT WITH ME'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-7677388337507838633</id><published>2007-01-05T19:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:49:55.284-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Lizzie’s Reprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You build the walls around you&lt;br /&gt;  Wide eyes staring into space&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes, I really feel for you&lt;br /&gt;  It must be hard, to feel the way you do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pushing forward&lt;br /&gt;  Losing touch&lt;br /&gt;  With all the reality that seems to weigh too much&lt;br /&gt;  Your simple mind&lt;br /&gt;  Will be lost&lt;br /&gt;  When the truth hits home in your life of lust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You try to steal him away from her&lt;br /&gt;  While she's away from this place&lt;br /&gt;  All the while it's just a game&lt;br /&gt;  It must be hard, to live life with no shame.&lt;/p&gt; It's not working&lt;br /&gt;  It's not working&lt;br /&gt;  I'd refuse you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-7677388337507838633?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/7677388337507838633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=7677388337507838633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7677388337507838633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/7677388337507838633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/lizzies-reprise.html' title='Lizzie’s Reprise'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-2210399609743498062</id><published>2007-01-05T19:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:49:36.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>IT WILL BLEED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Something is killing me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;  The pain leaves me limp. I can’t even scream or shout&lt;br /&gt;  My bloody scars are all that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;  It’s already to late for me, but what about you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need to get out of this depression&lt;br /&gt;  It covers me like a dark obsession&lt;br /&gt;  Penetrating every opening I have&lt;br /&gt;  It covers me like an old scab&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Pick it off so I will bleed, just like you&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t you understand what this is coming too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something is tearing me limb from limb&lt;br /&gt;  I’m so numb from the pain my body goes limp&lt;br /&gt;  These little deaths that I seem to go through&lt;br /&gt;  Is how I cope with the memories of you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need to get out of this depression&lt;br /&gt;  It covers me like a dark obsession&lt;br /&gt;  Penetrating every opening I have&lt;br /&gt;  It covers me like an old scab&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Pick it off so I will bleed, just like you&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t you understand what this is coming too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People groping me with their crooked smile&lt;br /&gt;  Looking at me like a murderer on trial&lt;br /&gt;  They make me shrink deep inside myself&lt;br /&gt;  With no way out, but to lose what I felt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-2210399609743498062?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/2210399609743498062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=2210399609743498062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2210399609743498062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/2210399609743498062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-will-bleed.html' title='IT WILL BLEED'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989893883877763706.post-384136287363434569</id><published>2007-01-05T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:49:18.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Waiting in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;  Watching you go by&lt;br /&gt;  I am the one who will be in control&lt;br /&gt;  Submit to me, give into me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the difference in being a slave or just following the crowd&lt;br /&gt;  Being empty heading is the biggest killer of individuality&lt;br /&gt;  No meaning to your life&lt;br /&gt;  No reason to survive&lt;br /&gt;  No reason to decide&lt;br /&gt;  Just sit back and let it slide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope and pain&lt;br /&gt;  Keeps us sane&lt;br /&gt;  Lose all else&lt;br /&gt;  Deny yourself&lt;/p&gt; Love and hate&lt;br /&gt;  Keeps our state&lt;br /&gt;  Gain all self&lt;br /&gt;  Denny all else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989893883877763706-384136287363434569?l=bow13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/feeds/384136287363434569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989893883877763706&amp;postID=384136287363434569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/384136287363434569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989893883877763706/posts/default/384136287363434569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bow13.blogspot.com/2007/01/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000158143929909067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b20OGZqnH8A/Tm-p1CA_hFI/AAAAAAAADhw/LkhvVtM4N6w/s220/n502959077_455975_2354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
