<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519</id><updated>2009-10-29T13:29:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose the poet</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the poems and prose of a guy who once was called Goose. Far from the best in the world, but I hope not the worst. Some are rewrites from real songs, in which case I credit the original author. I am putting these up to share, but please respect that they are mine. Ask if you would like to use them.  I will probably say yes, but would like to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-3953070941716577051</id><published>2009-10-29T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:29:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightblind</title><content type='html'>Dark is the world of the blind&lt;br /&gt;Those who will not&lt;br /&gt;Those that cannot&lt;br /&gt;Open their eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;Deep is the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright are the stars in the void&lt;br /&gt;Eyes watching hurt&lt;br /&gt;Beacons calling calm&lt;br /&gt;Draw from the abyss of despair&lt;br /&gt;From the deep night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what when those gems fade&lt;br /&gt;When their light falters&lt;br /&gt;No longer lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Even memories of dreams die&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-3953070941716577051?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/3953070941716577051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=3953070941716577051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/3953070941716577051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/3953070941716577051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightblind.html' title='Nightblind'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-4688776152882386546</id><published>2009-10-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:13:17.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Knight</title><content type='html'>Ride in from the west&lt;br /&gt;On the wings of the wind&lt;br /&gt;White knight so is told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember now&lt;br /&gt;What the path was before&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see at all&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always available&lt;br /&gt;To lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;Lay the cape down&lt;br /&gt;Shield from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assure others go first&lt;br /&gt;Defer his turn again&lt;br /&gt;For the time he know&lt;br /&gt;Will never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember now&lt;br /&gt;What the path was before&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see at all&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damsel in need&lt;br /&gt;For a hand to be help&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to lean&lt;br /&gt;A bed to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiden in distress&lt;br /&gt;To help escape evil&lt;br /&gt;Renew a life reborn&lt;br /&gt;Share dreams and fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the live path ends&lt;br /&gt;The damsel turns about&lt;br /&gt;Shine dulls on the knight&lt;br /&gt;Dismissed, his work done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember now&lt;br /&gt;What the path was before&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see at all&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in pain&lt;br /&gt;Soul in fear&lt;br /&gt;Joined in mind&lt;br /&gt;Though seated afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight polishes armor&lt;br /&gt;As best he can&lt;br /&gt;Again braves for friend&lt;br /&gt;Willing to give all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till help again dulls&lt;br /&gt;The need is gone&lt;br /&gt;Or help used up&lt;br /&gt;The knight is sent away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember now&lt;br /&gt;What the path was before&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see at all&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight from the west&lt;br /&gt;Simply flays on the walls&lt;br /&gt;In another kingdom&lt;br /&gt;That welcomes no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders through wilds&lt;br /&gt;Wishing but that time&lt;br /&gt;Finally too would end&lt;br /&gt;No place left calls his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember now&lt;br /&gt;What the path was before&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see at all&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight&lt;br /&gt;Sword lost long ago&lt;br /&gt;Shield rusted in age&lt;br /&gt;Seeking west the sea&lt;br /&gt;To escape fate’s cold&lt;br /&gt;He can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Where he has been&lt;br /&gt;No longer cares&lt;br /&gt;Where next to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-4688776152882386546?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4688776152882386546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=4688776152882386546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/4688776152882386546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/4688776152882386546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-knight.html' title='White Knight'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-938245952915134139</id><published>2009-10-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:34:01.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist</title><content type='html'>Fingers of chill creep&lt;br /&gt;Over the rise green&lt;br /&gt;Advancing the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Omen of fear deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call for the sea&lt;br /&gt;Grips at the heart&lt;br /&gt;Claiming soul depart&lt;br /&gt;Never spirit to set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that fog cover&lt;br /&gt;Using its veiled shield&lt;br /&gt;Fate choosing no yield&lt;br /&gt;To harvest from its hover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sea come to claim&lt;br /&gt;Souls without remorse&lt;br /&gt;None safe in its course&lt;br /&gt;Cares not of truth or blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/SuDdh1KKl7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YvA0Rthzm4w/s1600-h/fogfinger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/SuDdh1KKl7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YvA0Rthzm4w/s400/fogfinger.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395555926864992178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers of mist advance&lt;br /&gt;Souls taking as its own&lt;br /&gt;Where one life hope shown&lt;br /&gt;Driving home the lance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G- Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-938245952915134139?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/938245952915134139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=938245952915134139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/938245952915134139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/938245952915134139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/10/mist.html' title='Mist'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/SuDdh1KKl7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YvA0Rthzm4w/s72-c/fogfinger.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-7950667147744051327</id><published>2009-10-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:48:40.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood</title><content type='html'>Tree grew in the land&lt;br /&gt;Place in far distant time&lt;br /&gt;Rooted deep holding strong&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the clock chime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defying storm and age&lt;br /&gt;Chose not to leave at doom call&lt;br /&gt;Tree cared not rules of span&lt;br /&gt;Declined even the leaf fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imposed will against the force&lt;br /&gt;While nature declared the crime&lt;br /&gt;Continued in field of life to stand&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring as the clocks chime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World changes with upheaval&lt;br /&gt;Tempest came and turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Ages slipped into the past,&lt;br /&gt;Life returned to dust, to soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still that tree remained&lt;br /&gt;While all that had been faded&lt;br /&gt;Life long since was gone&lt;br /&gt;To departure not persuaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer standing upright&lt;br /&gt;Still claiming the space&lt;br /&gt;A throne to call its own&lt;br /&gt;Forever to claim that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love of deep in the heart&lt;br /&gt;A vow of how long to last&lt;br /&gt;To show what would be&lt;br /&gt;He called upon the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecting for than ancient&lt;br /&gt;A rock from wood long ago&lt;br /&gt;Shared it with one adored&lt;br /&gt;To profess that all would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fragment of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Seeming to have been forever&lt;br /&gt;To be matched by the time&lt;br /&gt;Ere his love would sever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/St9_ifBx0AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ni08CqhDoDk/s1600-h/wood1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/St9_ifBx0AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ni08CqhDoDk/s400/wood1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395171109034381314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still endures true&lt;br /&gt;To words without repent&lt;br /&gt;Though ‘twas but a stone&lt;br /&gt;Trivial to whom it was sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cast aside again&lt;br /&gt;To now endure alone&lt;br /&gt;Promise being a trifle&lt;br /&gt;Without worth, mere stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/St-BbfgtA-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/UdUiZ5m_t9k/s1600-h/wood2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/St-BbfgtA-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/UdUiZ5m_t9k/s400/wood2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395173187928261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-7950667147744051327?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/7950667147744051327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=7950667147744051327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7950667147744051327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7950667147744051327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/10/wood.html' title='Wood'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXCJKbd1azc/St9_ifBx0AI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ni08CqhDoDk/s72-c/wood1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-8242209584639223793</id><published>2009-10-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:52:01.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are They Now</title><content type='html'>Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;The friends of the young&lt;br /&gt;Have things turned out well&lt;br /&gt;Now that our parts are sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were joined in life&lt;br /&gt;Friends for all time&lt;br /&gt;Until the clock struck&lt;br /&gt;That life faded into rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;Has life brought good&lt;br /&gt;Would you return there&lt;br /&gt;To that time if you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;Held your hand through fears&lt;br /&gt;Gave a shoulder to lean&lt;br /&gt;Stood beside you for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were by chances&lt;br /&gt;Fate brought on by birth&lt;br /&gt;Those by choice their own&lt;br /&gt;Found in you some worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;After than time has gone&lt;br /&gt;Is they anyway to return&lt;br /&gt;Or do only memories live on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;For whom you gave all&lt;br /&gt;Standing by you in your need&lt;br /&gt;Or did they leave at your fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is forever of vow of faith&lt;br /&gt;Or just and idle plea&lt;br /&gt;Give strength to overcome&lt;br /&gt;Not even slow the flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now&lt;br /&gt;Do they your life share&lt;br /&gt;Do they even look back&lt;br /&gt;Or leave without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-8242209584639223793?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2850232585482772576</id><published>2009-09-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:40:24.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Beat</title><content type='html'>Heart beats within the chest&lt;br /&gt;It slows no longer fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;Will failed long in the past&lt;br /&gt;Always too little, always too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago in a land far away&lt;br /&gt;It was ordained that life would be&lt;br /&gt;Locked in a way or the ill of man&lt;br /&gt;In stone was written that destiny&lt;br /&gt;Path was set with traps to snare&lt;br /&gt;Choices set to temp along the way&lt;br /&gt;In truth though all forks led the same&lt;br /&gt;The only reward continued dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats within the chest&lt;br /&gt;It slows no longer fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;Will failed long in the past&lt;br /&gt;Always too little, always too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of will gave up long ago&lt;br /&gt;Soul given away was gladly taken&lt;br /&gt;Mild broken from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Dreams all folly for the forsaken&lt;br /&gt;While the carrot of happiness held&lt;br /&gt;By the hand of persuasion aglow&lt;br /&gt;So the clown would follow behind&lt;br /&gt;In end all for the world a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats within the chest&lt;br /&gt;It slows no longer fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;Will failed long in the past&lt;br /&gt;Always too little, always too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fought the fight&lt;br /&gt;Long past any scrap of will&lt;br /&gt;Continued on without hope&lt;br /&gt;To promises I hold still&lt;br /&gt;Every hope died long ago&lt;br /&gt;Last faith past from sight&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten when mind gave in&lt;br /&gt;Finally body surrenders the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats within the chest&lt;br /&gt;It slows no longer fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;Will failed long in the past&lt;br /&gt;Always too little, always too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2850232585482772576?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2850232585482772576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=2850232585482772576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2850232585482772576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2850232585482772576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-beat.html' title='Heart Beat'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-5792266198412215408</id><published>2009-09-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:33:25.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope</title><content type='html'>Eventually the end of the rope is reached&lt;br /&gt;After enough action that cannot be taken back&lt;br /&gt;Once ever trust has finally been breached&lt;br /&gt;And the will can no longer stand the attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it not longer a crime&lt;br /&gt;To give in, to finally surrender&lt;br /&gt;From a life void of reason or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;When wounds become too tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve paid my bill&lt;br /&gt;My cup&lt;br /&gt;Has had its fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;There is no destination left to seek&lt;br /&gt;Hope in this world is finish, is gone&lt;br /&gt;No more can I be societies freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly I have located the end of that rope&lt;br /&gt;Without strength or will to climb up again&lt;br /&gt;With it the finish of destinies faded hope&lt;br /&gt;I surrender, no more, I give up, you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-5792266198412215408?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/5792266198412215408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=5792266198412215408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/5792266198412215408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/5792266198412215408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/rope.html' title='Rope'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-8356258100561679345</id><published>2009-09-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:46:24.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Rated</title><content type='html'>Sleep brings dreams&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes bring tears&lt;br /&gt;Multiplies truth&lt;br /&gt;Fuels the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest the regenerate&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;Punctuated by memories&lt;br /&gt;Of what could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch, the look&lt;br /&gt;The sharing that would last&lt;br /&gt;Only to be ripped away&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away as the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep brings dreams&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes bring tears&lt;br /&gt;Multiplies truth&lt;br /&gt;Fuels the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of hopes&lt;br /&gt;Should have been trues&lt;br /&gt;Lost plans of tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Now filled only with blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep brings dreams&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes bring tears&lt;br /&gt;Multiplies truth&lt;br /&gt;Fuels the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has all deserted&lt;br /&gt;Paths lead to dead ends&lt;br /&gt;Always the same results&lt;br /&gt;All life ever sends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amplified when eyes close&lt;br /&gt;Peace should come with slumber&lt;br /&gt;Not visions of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;More burdens to encumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep brings dreams&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes bring tears&lt;br /&gt;Multiplies truth&lt;br /&gt;Fuels the fears&lt;br /&gt;Sleep that is over-rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-8356258100561679345?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/8356258100561679345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=8356258100561679345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/8356258100561679345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/8356258100561679345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/over-rated.html' title='Over Rated'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2890928130286987501</id><published>2009-09-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:52:40.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydra's Head</title><content type='html'>Rat that steals in the night&lt;br /&gt;Defiling that which is not his&lt;br /&gt;Without invite it enters in&lt;br /&gt;Plunders not to fill want, but greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed doors want to keep out&lt;br /&gt;Vermin for whom locks mean naught&lt;br /&gt;Content even to spoil what is left&lt;br /&gt;In contempt of what others need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill him, murder that intruder vile&lt;br /&gt;Snuff the life from that soulless thief&lt;br /&gt;But the space will simply be filled&lt;br /&gt;With two more of his demon seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake that coils in hidden gloom&lt;br /&gt;Poised to strike without alarm&lt;br /&gt;To claim the prize that others earn&lt;br /&gt;While biting at their exposed flanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading poison to unsuspecting foe&lt;br /&gt;Naïve ambushed while unaware of plight&lt;br /&gt;Believing even that viper were friends&lt;br /&gt;Thus losing earned reward and thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing down the blade to serpent&lt;br /&gt;Does less than even stem the tide&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch gives license upon more rats&lt;br /&gt;And eager asps form up in ranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons attack the mind in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Grown bolder yet group for light of day&lt;br /&gt;Rip at flesh, and thought, the very soul&lt;br /&gt;Feasting on shards that remain of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroke of blade and fell hammer blow&lt;br /&gt;Can easily fall any one misbegotten&lt;br /&gt;Ever though it seems as foretold&lt;br /&gt;Two step in to play the fallen’s part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodents of life multiply without restraint&lt;br /&gt;Snakes seem up to split at each stoke&lt;br /&gt;As heads on the hydra of immortal dread&lt;br /&gt;Feeding on the misery they wantonly impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2890928130286987501?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2890928130286987501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=2890928130286987501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2890928130286987501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2890928130286987501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/hydras-head.html' title='Hydra&apos;s Head'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2522115631033654724</id><published>2009-09-16T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:30:59.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Memories&lt;br /&gt;Should be forever&lt;br /&gt;Burned in&lt;br /&gt;Memories forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face of one known so long&lt;br /&gt;A friend&lt;br /&gt;So loved&lt;br /&gt;Lives so intertwined&lt;br /&gt;But it fades from your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is lost&lt;br /&gt;Is gone&lt;br /&gt;To that face your eyes grow blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Should be forever&lt;br /&gt;Burned in&lt;br /&gt;Memories forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice that soothed your ears at night&lt;br /&gt;Dried tears&lt;br /&gt;Erased fears&lt;br /&gt;Brought peace of lullaby&lt;br /&gt;But that voice is fades from ears&lt;br /&gt;Mere echoes&lt;br /&gt;A whisper&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the din of too many years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brush of lover’s gentle caress&lt;br /&gt;So light&lt;br /&gt;Such care&lt;br /&gt;Bringing substance of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Till left alone with fading thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of promises&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams&lt;br /&gt;As fate denies loves ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Should be forever&lt;br /&gt;Burned in&lt;br /&gt;Memories forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that carry their glimpses&lt;br /&gt;Into the soul&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart&lt;br /&gt;Into the hold of pillowed silk&lt;br /&gt;Visions of those eyes slowly dim&lt;br /&gt;Their glow&lt;br /&gt;Their life&lt;br /&gt;Melts as sight clouds of milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of a future know as fate&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hopes&lt;br /&gt;Future written in stone&lt;br /&gt;Crumble to dust and sand&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;Before fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Without even chance to atone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Should be forever&lt;br /&gt;Burned in&lt;br /&gt;Memories forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2522115631033654724?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-857512950663414005</id><published>2009-09-07T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:06:06.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angels</title><content type='html'>My angels that I miss so&lt;br /&gt;Each came to me unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Each with the thoughts of forever&lt;br /&gt;To each my meeting was directed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angels that I miss so&lt;br /&gt;Into my mind and into my soul&lt;br /&gt;My heart they could read&lt;br /&gt;Of my thoughts each stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lover, long destined to meet&lt;br /&gt;Since childhood I knew those eyes&lt;br /&gt;But others pulled stings outside&lt;br /&gt;Turning pure truths into lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving hands others reached out&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my from deep dark hole&lt;br /&gt;But my friendship is seems&lt;br /&gt;To maintain took too must a toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost each angel from my side&lt;br /&gt;So I now often visit the abyss&lt;br /&gt;The gift I believed to see the soul&lt;br /&gt;Seem is more of a curse parti pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once more I trek only alone&lt;br /&gt;Without an idea of direction to go&lt;br /&gt;For I seem to have driven away&lt;br /&gt;My angels that I miss so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-857512950663414005?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/857512950663414005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=857512950663414005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/857512950663414005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/857512950663414005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-angels.html' title='My Angels'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2544008048590646406</id><published>2009-09-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:56:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cuz, My Friend</title><content type='html'>Goose is lonely&lt;br /&gt;In a world left vacant&lt;br /&gt;By actions of choice&lt;br /&gt;Without chance of recant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the love&lt;br /&gt;That he willingly spread&lt;br /&gt;He expected return&lt;br /&gt;Discarded instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The help once given&lt;br /&gt;Was simply then gone&lt;br /&gt;Repeated again&lt;br /&gt;Like the words in song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and care&lt;br /&gt;Actions her shared&lt;br /&gt;To those he trusted&lt;br /&gt;Also cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, and again&lt;br /&gt;He repeats the refrain&lt;br /&gt;With a common result&lt;br /&gt;Actions simply vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lone voice helps&lt;br /&gt;Truly keep him around&lt;br /&gt;A long separated friend&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for his sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he thanks her&lt;br /&gt;Though she denies the fact&lt;br /&gt;Just how much if means&lt;br /&gt;They are back in contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2544008048590646406?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2544008048590646406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=2544008048590646406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2544008048590646406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2544008048590646406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cuz-my-friend.html' title='My Cuz, My Friend'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2513852053751173560</id><published>2009-09-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:11:27.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude Denied</title><content type='html'>Meditation in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Absorbed in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;Nude to the world&lt;br /&gt;As first entered the fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hell with the norms&lt;br /&gt;That are force on man&lt;br /&gt;By self appointed arbiters&lt;br /&gt;With iron fisted hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disdain to the rules&lt;br /&gt;Self righteous enforcement&lt;br /&gt;Of their of petty comfort&lt;br /&gt;By amuletted reinforcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all attempt of solitude&lt;br /&gt;Met with defiance on every side&lt;br /&gt;As world around you burns&lt;br /&gt;Through efforts to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire burns the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Smoke choking thought&lt;br /&gt;Bringing fey solace&lt;br /&gt;To the peace sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame without purpose&lt;br /&gt;Relentless to spread&lt;br /&gt;Burning tree and reality&lt;br /&gt;As life leaves the heart dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more hammer blow&lt;br /&gt;To attempts to be free&lt;br /&gt;Anvil applied once more&lt;br /&gt;By destiny’s decree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2513852053751173560?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2513852053751173560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=2513852053751173560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2513852053751173560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2513852053751173560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitude-denied.html' title='Solitude Denied'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-4199924435545184502</id><published>2009-09-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:09:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Times</title><content type='html'>Much as the soul&lt;br /&gt;Plans of what seem long ago&lt;br /&gt;Ripped from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Left noting to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dreams were remains&lt;br /&gt;Left only is reality&lt;br /&gt;Destined it seemed&lt;br /&gt;No longer they see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left only are seemed&lt;br /&gt;Promises to never bend&lt;br /&gt;Now praying for time&lt;br /&gt;Would finally end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price to pay&lt;br /&gt;Was always understood&lt;br /&gt;And still not sure what&lt;br /&gt;He would change if he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at times he will pray&lt;br /&gt;That he were not alive&lt;br /&gt;The promised last breath&lt;br /&gt;Would finally arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still he will not&lt;br /&gt;Break his love vow&lt;br /&gt;Promise to never give up&lt;br /&gt;To reality as seen now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone he sets&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten with time&lt;br /&gt;No real hope&lt;br /&gt;Convicted of crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-4199924435545184502?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4199924435545184502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=4199924435545184502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/4199924435545184502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/4199924435545184502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-times.html' title='End Of Times'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-7486291717145935488</id><published>2009-09-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:07:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recurring theme</title><content type='html'>You chose the course&lt;br /&gt;Long you had forced to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Finally gave in because&lt;br /&gt;From live you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could make this work&lt;br /&gt;While anticipating the pain&lt;br /&gt;For it help the worth&lt;br /&gt;In what both could gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as always your fate&lt;br /&gt;Life forced to towards wrong&lt;br /&gt;And being once more&lt;br /&gt;Became a dirge of a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time destruction was worse&lt;br /&gt;At the dismantling of life&lt;br /&gt;Each attempt to recover&lt;br /&gt;Only brought suffering rife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Dreams were beaten once more&lt;br /&gt;This time none anew&lt;br /&gt;Replace as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-7486291717145935488?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/7486291717145935488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=7486291717145935488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7486291717145935488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7486291717145935488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/recurring-theme.html' title='Recurring theme'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-22166372172358507</id><published>2009-09-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:05:36.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>This time, I know&lt;br /&gt;I bear not wrong&lt;br /&gt;But still from me&lt;br /&gt;Is ripped life’s song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth of destiny&lt;br /&gt;Crushed without belief&lt;br /&gt;Never is found&lt;br /&gt;The sought relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fractured and lost&lt;br /&gt;In a world without fair&lt;br /&gt;It was not part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;To have nothing to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sanity&lt;br /&gt;Now ripped away&lt;br /&gt;Once more no chance&lt;br /&gt;To have any say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship was sought&lt;br /&gt;More was found&lt;br /&gt;This time he would not&lt;br /&gt;Let more steal the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still things were done&lt;br /&gt;Experience said don’t do&lt;br /&gt;But friends in his mind&lt;br /&gt;Must try to come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he did again&lt;br /&gt;What he knew to be right&lt;br /&gt;For always his care&lt;br /&gt;Demanded help for the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he could, he did&lt;br /&gt;Always will for more&lt;br /&gt;But still in the end&lt;br /&gt;Ended with slammed door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usefulness used in the end&lt;br /&gt;Without warning or clash&lt;br /&gt;Discarded as refuse&lt;br /&gt;Thrown out with the trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble intent to his mind&lt;br /&gt;Seems it has not place&lt;br /&gt;Only accepted for a time&lt;br /&gt;Then thrown back in his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth seems something&lt;br /&gt;World does not regard&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe truth is not&lt;br /&gt;Understood by this bard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-22166372172358507?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/22166372172358507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=22166372172358507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/22166372172358507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/22166372172358507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-6629240639251375077</id><published>2009-09-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:01:07.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake</title><content type='html'>The snake chokes&lt;br /&gt;On the mouse it ate&lt;br /&gt;Unable to release&lt;br /&gt;So resigns to fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despised by the world&lt;br /&gt;Mourned by no one&lt;br /&gt;Though it meant no harm&lt;br /&gt;Never understood the shun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unable to even&lt;br /&gt;Crawl away and hide&lt;br /&gt;His carcass picked clean&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-6629240639251375077?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/6629240639251375077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=6629240639251375077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/6629240639251375077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/6629240639251375077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/snake.html' title='Snake'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-781346179496892361</id><published>2009-09-02T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:19:58.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>I remember&lt;br /&gt;The first snow-lake of the fall&lt;br /&gt;When I was still not&lt;br /&gt;Three feet tall&lt;br /&gt;How the wind cut at the skin&lt;br /&gt;Sky stark streaked in gray&lt;br /&gt;As winter’s chills begin&lt;br /&gt;One lone flake swirled into sight&lt;br /&gt;Toward a child’s waiting&lt;br /&gt;Only for his delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;That birthday, when I was but turning one&lt;br /&gt;I can still sometimes taste the cake&lt;br /&gt;How that candle shone&lt;br /&gt;I can still see who was there that night&lt;br /&gt;Most are now gone in life&lt;br /&gt;But not in my sight&lt;br /&gt;I can still see the eyes of the one who loved me so&lt;br /&gt;Can see that she knew how I felt at their words&lt;br /&gt;Eyes showing hurt only she and I could know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;When I first learned the hard lesson of having sight&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to know events before others&lt;br /&gt;To see before images met the light&lt;br /&gt;Seeing with out the ability to do anything&lt;br /&gt;Unable to stop or even to warn another&lt;br /&gt;What the next day would bring&lt;br /&gt;To see those I loved and I knew loved me&lt;br /&gt;Be taken before their time had come&lt;br /&gt;To be forced without logic to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the eyes I was always destined to see&lt;br /&gt;I saw them first when she was barely born&lt;br /&gt;Just days later she showed herself to me&lt;br /&gt;Staring at me from of a plastic doll’s eye&lt;br /&gt;Blinking at be as stars in the night&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming like jewels in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes, always burned into my mind&lt;br /&gt;Constant visits in my dreams at night&lt;br /&gt;Reminding they were there to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;When I could no longer take the burden seeing&lt;br /&gt;The past held more than enough pains load&lt;br /&gt;To add events not yet brought to being&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I brought those things to an end&lt;br /&gt;No more would I see the hand of fate&lt;br /&gt;In wait around life’s next bend&lt;br /&gt;Until those eyes came back once more&lt;br /&gt;In life this time, not just in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the gates to my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;There was a time that I thought there was a plan&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;When my future was filled with dreams of tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;Gates that were closed so I could not see those places&lt;br /&gt;Filled with false hopes, overflowing with sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;So many things&lt;br /&gt;What I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Is how to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-781346179496892361?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/781346179496892361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=781346179496892361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/781346179496892361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/781346179496892361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-6945885078778236095</id><published>2009-09-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:18:38.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In The Past</title><content type='html'>How does one avoid the past&lt;br /&gt;When those events define who they are&lt;br /&gt;How does one forget those things&lt;br /&gt;Which clutch at the mind’s every mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose not those things to see&lt;br /&gt;I try to fill my thoughts with and other sight&lt;br /&gt;Even when, for a while that works&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even pretend to control the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for days rejecting sleep&lt;br /&gt;For a time that keeps away the voices, the sights&lt;br /&gt;But after a time they simply gain&lt;br /&gt;And have strength to punch through even day lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask for these voices&lt;br /&gt;Do you, or you&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to hear the things they tell me&lt;br /&gt;And what they say to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but that too is imagination&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the doctors, they will tell you&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get over it&lt;br /&gt;Find something else that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I will be&lt;br /&gt;A fireman, yeah, that’s the life for me&lt;br /&gt;That seems about as easy&lt;br /&gt;As redefining all that my mind can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me how to stop them&lt;br /&gt;These things I hear sounding in my head&lt;br /&gt;It will change and get better&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe everyone would better if I were dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that window, jump on out&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother screaming, no one will hear&lt;br /&gt;If you tell them it is coming&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they will even so up to cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, yes please, won’t you tell me&lt;br /&gt;How to stop this show&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to stop the things I’m forced to see&lt;br /&gt;To stop believing what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a fun life&lt;br /&gt;The one-man clown show that I provide&lt;br /&gt;A stage for monolithic fun&lt;br /&gt;But I tire of the carnival freak trip I ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I will make you laugh, and will entertain&lt;br /&gt;Then when you are done&lt;br /&gt;Please pretend I was never there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your voices, those I will keep&lt;br /&gt;And those words so easily forgotten they are for you&lt;br /&gt;I will keep them always with me&lt;br /&gt;To haunt me and visit always bleeding through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, please help me understand&lt;br /&gt;Where is the trick&lt;br /&gt;To turn off the sounds, the visions, the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Only see the thing I pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-6945885078778236095?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/6945885078778236095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=6945885078778236095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/6945885078778236095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/6945885078778236095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-in-past.html' title='Living In The Past'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-3103116813884372258</id><published>2009-09-02T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:16:51.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Second</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;A world was thrown away&lt;br /&gt;By one who chose to hear&lt;br /&gt;All that dreams could say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago so far away&lt;br /&gt;Day broke through the night&lt;br /&gt;World tilted axis askew&lt;br /&gt;Creation finally made right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When years of fighting&lt;br /&gt;Against a mind ill&lt;br /&gt;With a world of pain&lt;br /&gt;Through a broken will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years of struggle&lt;br /&gt;Finally met with the reward&lt;br /&gt;Of faithful search for truth&lt;br /&gt;Struggles had pushed toward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;The clouds seemed to part&lt;br /&gt;As souls took a path&lt;br /&gt;Written on the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months to share thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Times crying and joining hands&lt;br /&gt;Helping through crisis time&lt;br /&gt;Minds join like melting bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fears were cast aside&lt;br /&gt;Attempted escape their private hell&lt;br /&gt;From imprisoned minds&lt;br /&gt;Enslaving walls finally fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;The entire world changed&lt;br /&gt;All the past cast aside&lt;br /&gt;The universe rearranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that held as possession&lt;br /&gt;Offering no help, only command&lt;br /&gt;Forever forced to release control&lt;br /&gt;Replaced by loving, caring hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together to approach the fight&lt;br /&gt;Joined to tack on repair&lt;br /&gt;With someone who understood&lt;br /&gt;Someone who could care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in life&lt;br /&gt;Night spent arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;As a man and wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A union written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;It seemed what was sought&lt;br /&gt;The result of long searching&lt;br /&gt;And all the battles fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tangled minds only see&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies they themselves make&lt;br /&gt;Only to be turned aside again&lt;br /&gt;Till it is more than they can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;Seemed the fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;But delusional minds&lt;br /&gt;Can see reality bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;Bills were written that day&lt;br /&gt;Charges against man and soul&lt;br /&gt;Now the usual must pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The die was cast that set fate&lt;br /&gt;When I allowed hope to win&lt;br /&gt;And stepped through that gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steps of the solitary who believed&lt;br /&gt;After years of dream failing by far&lt;br /&gt;Believed that another also trusted&lt;br /&gt;They could together reach that star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With truth he stated&lt;br /&gt;That he meant never&lt;br /&gt;Would not break that faith&lt;br /&gt;Promised forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later life is sane&lt;br /&gt;For every one, except one&lt;br /&gt;One who chose to remain true&lt;br /&gt;Follow promises to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even worthy of a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Showing again they are nothing&lt;br /&gt;Their best efforts and truths&lt;br /&gt;Silently on the world ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while others are able&lt;br /&gt;To forget what was said&lt;br /&gt;Pretend feelings were not real&lt;br /&gt;Leave another for dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One still cries themselves to sleep&lt;br /&gt;On the rare occasion sleep is found&lt;br /&gt;While images feed their sickness&lt;br /&gt;And silence is their only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later to the day&lt;br /&gt;He wonders why he even rose&lt;br /&gt;In a world that does not care&lt;br /&gt;The little it even knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripping off the last of the control&lt;br /&gt;Events that set the final demons loose&lt;br /&gt;Breaking what little was left his soul&lt;br /&gt;Leaving not even the will to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today&lt;br /&gt;The outcome was known&lt;br /&gt;The paths were discussed&lt;br /&gt;But a tiny light shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trusting mind believed&lt;br /&gt;That truth could one time win&lt;br /&gt;Not recognizing he was already&lt;br /&gt;Excluded from the decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to break his word&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to break his vow&lt;br /&gt;He can only wait for time to end&lt;br /&gt;And wish it were now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, to the day&lt;br /&gt;For others it is just another day&lt;br /&gt;While marking when he ended&lt;br /&gt;To the real world, just another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few&lt;br /&gt;Two years later today&lt;br /&gt;Who would be less happy&lt;br /&gt;If he finally just went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago to the day&lt;br /&gt;It seems so very far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Sept 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-3103116813884372258?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/3103116813884372258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=3103116813884372258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/3103116813884372258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;That you can win the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply must manage&lt;br /&gt;To control the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Keep control of my will&lt;br /&gt;The outcome is not&lt;br /&gt;Within ability to control&lt;br /&gt;And the anger will only kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises are but words shared&lt;br /&gt;They carry no meaning&lt;br /&gt;Their burden no weight&lt;br /&gt;Hollow thoughts meant to sooth&lt;br /&gt;Even when shared&lt;br /&gt;With a soul mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting them to be true&lt;br /&gt;To have meaning at all&lt;br /&gt;Is delusional lie&lt;br /&gt;Such fantasy will only&lt;br /&gt;Feed that angry wall&lt;br /&gt;That will not die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To survive requires the management&lt;br /&gt;The ability to accept the loss&lt;br /&gt;Survive and move on&lt;br /&gt;Know that others do not see truth&lt;br /&gt;That is clear in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of truth, there is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger consumes&lt;br /&gt;Even when that is all you have left&lt;br /&gt;To remember the hopes&lt;br /&gt;That once filled your head&lt;br /&gt;The plans of the day&lt;br /&gt;The dreams of the night&lt;br /&gt;Turned into dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Left behind as one dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-6413227331110494116?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/6413227331110494116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=6413227331110494116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/6413227331110494116'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Otherwise bare&lt;br /&gt;As time crawls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;br /&gt;It will not stop its march&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it speed&lt;br /&gt;Only that feeble crawl&lt;br /&gt;That defies change&lt;br /&gt;Defies control&lt;br /&gt;And tics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days pile&lt;br /&gt;End to end&lt;br /&gt;Seem to speed past&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of on eye&lt;br /&gt;While the clock&lt;br /&gt;Just continues to Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages from the calendar&lt;br /&gt;Litter the floor&lt;br /&gt;As leaves in fall&lt;br /&gt;Rain from the wood&lt;br /&gt;From the land of life&lt;br /&gt;Dead shadows of past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years fall like rain in spring&lt;br /&gt;With the ravages of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Taking hope&lt;br /&gt;Erasing dreams&lt;br /&gt;Creating truth&lt;br /&gt;From what once were lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime it seems&lt;br /&gt;Gone in a blink of the eye&lt;br /&gt;Never even seemed to start&lt;br /&gt;Before already lost&lt;br /&gt;While the clock on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Barely quivers&lt;br /&gt;With its Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;With all of its hopes&lt;br /&gt;Is gone&lt;br /&gt;With the blur of lighting&lt;br /&gt;But a flicker&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the clock on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Which could bring such relief&lt;br /&gt;Refuses to yield&lt;br /&gt;Will not release its hold&lt;br /&gt;Its claim&lt;br /&gt;And torture&lt;br /&gt;With each crawling Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-90616084073541633?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-2384767728231767258</id><published>2009-08-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:56:25.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lash</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the selfish&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Rip to the fabric façade&lt;br /&gt;A mind come unbrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the person&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to always help&lt;br /&gt;The weight become too much&lt;br /&gt;Or finally just get fed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without malice to any other&lt;br /&gt;Without meaning any harm&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to punish those&lt;br /&gt;And hating those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are now but ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Haunting through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shadows of what was&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations of wishful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it burn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;Before someone else wins&lt;br /&gt;The prize that was denied&lt;br /&gt;Life that was surely earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemned to never be&lt;br /&gt;The life that was sought&lt;br /&gt;So allow it to no others&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy even to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have perfect minds&lt;br /&gt;Their life so simple and pure&lt;br /&gt;What gives them the right&lt;br /&gt;To treat others so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind we with shackles&lt;br /&gt;Hold any gain at bay&lt;br /&gt;So lash out and take all&lt;br /&gt;They cannot appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not deserve it&lt;br /&gt;All the peace and comfort&lt;br /&gt;When they are at fault&lt;br /&gt;For all joy being denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condemned the innocent&lt;br /&gt;Locked into my cell&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out seem the only&lt;br /&gt;Escape from this hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Aug 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-2384767728231767258?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2384767728231767258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=2384767728231767258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2384767728231767258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/2384767728231767258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/08/lash.html' title='Lash'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-7165969409244942114</id><published>2009-08-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:32:16.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is just another day&lt;br /&gt;It gets better is what they say&lt;br /&gt;Those who do not understand&lt;br /&gt;Saying these things out of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off and move on&lt;br /&gt;Are you any better yet&lt;br /&gt;Can’t your doctors help&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow’s just another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes tomorrow is just another day&lt;br /&gt;One more penance we need to pay&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why only some get the bill&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to be paid in full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one seems to drag more&lt;br /&gt;An endless stream of load&lt;br /&gt;To carry on broken back&lt;br /&gt;While tomorrow’s just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G - Aug 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5228087879552291519-7165969409244942114?l=bardgoose.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/feeds/7165969409244942114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5228087879552291519&amp;postID=7165969409244942114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7165969409244942114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5228087879552291519/posts/default/7165969409244942114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bardgoose.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Gooseman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04430572352705641414</uri><email>sj_gooseman@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12547686975162029922'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228087879552291519.post-4025462180120975994</id><published>2009-08-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:22:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack</title><content type='html'>The hike has no point&lt;br /&gt;Hiker has nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Still he dons the pack&lt;br /&gt;Probably will come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy two-mile walk there and round&lt;br /&gt;No need for dwelling strapped pack&lt;br /&gt;But never to tell, he might just go&lt;br /&gt;Without another backward glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punishment driving each step&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the water on his back&lt;br /&gt;Through summers glaring heat&lt;br /&gt;Side trips help stretch the miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he try that steep grade&lt;br /&gt;Down to river below that calls&lt;br /&gt;His name clear in its every voice&lt;br /&gt;Impossible decent beckons him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is a trip without return&lt;br /&gt;Probably why the clarity of the voice&lt;br /&gt;Does it take more strength to go&lt;br /&gt;Or the effort needs to stay his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressed trip of that lost fool&lt;br /&gt;Brings pain to hard pushed body&lt;br /&gt;An ache sought to still feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Without real desire for either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;G- Aug 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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