<?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-1817484915312400187</id><updated>2011-11-25T00:45:28.574-05:00</updated><category term='desert'/><category term='swords'/><category term='poet'/><category term='Caylee'/><category term='soldiers'/><category term='God'/><category term='sand'/><category term='Trans-Siberian Orchestra'/><title type='text'>A Cougars Muse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4032503818246777728</id><published>2011-10-31T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:39:04.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--Zq3KPSza18/Tq72uueDfiI/AAAAAAAABY4/m1XlMqydXH0/s1600-h/all-hallows%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="all-hallows" border="0" height="523" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j5SJZFrpydU/Tq72vKC2YWI/AAAAAAAABZA/bvaNppqi130/all-hallows_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="all-hallows" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scent of falling leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In brilliant colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wood on the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gives way to the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where ghosts&amp;nbsp;dwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy Apples ready for bobbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frost on the pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And jack-o-lanterns light the path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With an orange glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The laughter of children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Costumed going door to door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Witches and Goblins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wizards slaying dragons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is magick in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old magick...in stone circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long ago we danced in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering those&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who danced before us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conjuring up the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where it all began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen closely and you may hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their voices in song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing under the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On All Hallows ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Mote It be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS * October 31st 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4032503818246777728?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4032503818246777728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4032503818246777728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-hallows.html' title='All Hallows'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j5SJZFrpydU/Tq72vKC2YWI/AAAAAAAABZA/bvaNppqi130/s72-c/all-hallows_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7355395066792951150</id><published>2011-09-04T03:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:25:21.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the Dragon Beckons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zof--5Sgqns/TmMjt1-baVI/AAAAAAAABYw/LGL2mQZXYH0/s1600-h/1284343141_8025_full%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zof--5Sgqns/TmMjt1-baVI/AAAAAAAABYw/LGL2mQZXYH0/s1600-h/1284343141_8025_full%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="1284343141_8025_full" border="0" height="529" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uUqGsp6mXmo/TmMjufAL-WI/AAAAAAAABY0/9JE3Es726NU/1284343141_8025_full_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;" title="1284343141_8025_full" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked by myself down the lost highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each step closer is one more step away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all flashing lights and monitors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keeping track of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time well spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Times we were alone in a room&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of a hundred people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a funny concept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time waits for no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for you or for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's a journey chosen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to be set free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freedom from choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refuge from pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever get tired of waiting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well before you know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time comes back for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like waves crashing against the cliffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with a roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still the dragon beckons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS &amp;nbsp;September 4, 2011 Written by :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael L Farquer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7355395066792951150?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7355395066792951150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7355395066792951150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-dragon-beckons.html' title='Still the Dragon Beckons'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uUqGsp6mXmo/TmMjufAL-WI/AAAAAAAABY0/9JE3Es726NU/s72-c/1284343141_8025_full_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4024643549323449629</id><published>2011-09-01T23:59:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:19:59.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Slipstream of Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZSYq-aYu5WM/TmBUhP6ML6I/AAAAAAAABYo/agZi1Gu6_y8/s1600-h/911%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="911" border="0" height="537" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E8vYtgl_boU/TmBUhisdiDI/AAAAAAAABYs/tXnF2YSLAhQ/911_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border: 0px currentColor; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="911" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And peaceful place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the midst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of so much sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the world goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fade into a grey veil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a slipstream of sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a sea of endless stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the water falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleansing the souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the ones we hold so dearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the ones we did not know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nameless faces on a wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empty stares as the people walked by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All connected....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for the familair faces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the ones we will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day the World changed for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;©&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&amp;nbsp;- 09/02/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Michael L Farquer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ and ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scott A Lundy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4024643549323449629?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4024643549323449629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4024643549323449629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-slipstream-of-sorrow.html' title='Like a Slipstream of Sorrow'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E8vYtgl_boU/TmBUhisdiDI/AAAAAAAABYs/tXnF2YSLAhQ/s72-c/911_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8667281409093659717</id><published>2011-08-06T04:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:31:23.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m8vMDSrigBk/Tjz-CH9pD8I/AAAAAAAABYc/cdIwQnNXdp4/s1600-h/bluewhite%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="bluewhite" border="0" height="536" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IVt7aOUHms4/Tjz-CtOYdOI/AAAAAAAABYg/f5mJAa_2zws/bluewhite_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="bluewhite" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at your picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I reach for the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then my memories flood back in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An I know your no longer there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reality Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaves me silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;I just stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I shed a tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I am angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the end, I'm just alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at all the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passing memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fleeting moments in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not everything was perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were good moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there were the rough times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I chose to stay away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I live with that guilt every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About the things we could have shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those moments will never come again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So at times it seems like a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wake up crying&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I am desperately alone &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes I am driven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find that feeling again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this small circle of &amp;nbsp;companions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My entourage till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;© August 6, 2011 NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8667281409093659717?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8667281409093659717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8667281409093659717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/08/timeless-memories.html' title='Timeless Memories'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-IVt7aOUHms4/Tjz-CtOYdOI/AAAAAAAABYg/f5mJAa_2zws/s72-c/bluewhite_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2386991818362624308</id><published>2011-07-31T23:37:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:45:00.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Even For A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9znqAAk5dys/TjYflM-IbWI/AAAAAAAABYE/iQiaE9fR56g/s1600-h/past-present-future%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="past-present-future" border="0" height="408" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FxH7Fpm80A4/TjYflm8Re5I/AAAAAAAABYI/p-_QN9_FFIo/past-present-future_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="past-present-future" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing at a crossroads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking foreword...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep on wandering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just searching where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm keeping one eye the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another on what may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To survive the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to survive the daylight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all those chains I've broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Keep pulled tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've reconciled with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moments I've let go of'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And memories I've kept hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I look back and see myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe that was the path I should have taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another regret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another experience lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lingering forever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a ghost dancing around the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There comes a time that going back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is just another illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you simply linger from time to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your eyes lowered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So everybody else cant see into your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how its faded....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till the next crossroads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the cycle begins again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyes down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may find a piece of your past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the search of where you want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something that makes you better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; August 1, 2011 ~Ninth Wave Projects &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2386991818362624308?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2386991818362624308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2386991818362624308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-present-future.html' title='Even For A Moment'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FxH7Fpm80A4/TjYflm8Re5I/AAAAAAAABYI/p-_QN9_FFIo/s72-c/past-present-future_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2753654020567063648</id><published>2011-06-29T00:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:20:58.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Light Fades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rqRSQ7QDb60/TgqkFPX4AXI/AAAAAAAABX8/iDiu4ixSA0k/s1600-h/mirror-self-reflection-image%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="mirror-self-reflection-image" border="0" height="533" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cy1cprhAtn0/TgqkFRghnHI/AAAAAAAABYA/QHUIKnh65o4/mirror-self-reflection-image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="mirror-self-reflection-image" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the mirror the light fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaves you&amp;nbsp;silhouetted in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reach out and try to touch the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without getting your fingers singed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like that fine line you walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps its just my imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe its a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just three steps ahead of the nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's all that really matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your light fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your face fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then your lost to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they win the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes in the reflection of the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You turn to look but only for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has a familiar sparkle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A familiar face looks back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it whispers......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are you, where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive not seen you in so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many times I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd never see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend...reflection of a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And still when the light fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your face fades into total darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the dark side of the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will always remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS June 29th 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2753654020567063648?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2753654020567063648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2753654020567063648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/06/mirror-self-reflection-image.html' title='When the Light Fades'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cy1cprhAtn0/TgqkFRghnHI/AAAAAAAABYA/QHUIKnh65o4/s72-c/mirror-self-reflection-image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3974206406322491452</id><published>2011-05-26T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:43:17.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Small Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8SjeO0QeB6k/Td7ALYulM6I/AAAAAAAABX0/pQp5UYT7amY/s1600-h/gods%252520hug%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="gods hug" border="0" height="451" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W7mzn2roMN0/Td7AL-TwMPI/AAAAAAAABX4/cjRIRRgHdls/gods%252520hug_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="gods hug" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winds with colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulling you upward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see the face of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So just let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take that step in mid air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just take Gods hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strong and protective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close your eyes for the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And take that step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wont fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will cradle you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With infinite wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with all the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That holds the&amp;nbsp;universe&amp;nbsp;together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tiny spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats what we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a sky among billions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet he knows each of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By our own individual light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our light comes from within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piercing the black ink sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows our still small voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When mountains tremble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beneath his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his voice surrounds you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the walls of a great castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Protection all around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the presence of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just have faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And reach out with no fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call out to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your still small voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he will answer you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;May 26, 2011 NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3974206406322491452?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3974206406322491452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3974206406322491452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/gods-love.html' title='Still Small Voice'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W7mzn2roMN0/Td7AL-TwMPI/AAAAAAAABX4/cjRIRRgHdls/s72-c/gods%252520hug_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2054054718648510209</id><published>2011-05-17T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:31:34.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TdMjQoarnRI/AAAAAAAABXs/HKckMsdnzco/s1600-h/firebird%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="firebird" border="0" height="401" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TdMjRMBJ17I/AAAAAAAABXw/hMYk4kvP88A/firebird_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="firebird" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the Phoenix has risen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like nothings changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems so easy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like it was yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet now we are older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were just a little bit wiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than we used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we come back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This rare second adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know where it's going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure I really want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather let it play out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moment to moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And see where this road takes us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These many years I've stood alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wouldn't let myself feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was always safer that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet, time marches on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the children of the&amp;nbsp;Universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passed a mortals challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And is ready for the next phase&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;© &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;May 17th 2011 NINTH WAVE&amp;nbsp;PROJECTS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2054054718648510209?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2054054718648510209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2054054718648510209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/phoenix-rising.html' title='Phoenix Rising'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TdMjRMBJ17I/AAAAAAAABXw/hMYk4kvP88A/s72-c/firebird_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7667570587635907896</id><published>2011-04-26T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:58:20.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempest Fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="storm" border="0" height="336" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Tbcvc6waGzI/AAAAAAAABXo/5wFgoKd_xec/storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="storm" width="355" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the storm raged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stood transfixed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking out over the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waves crashing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Electric sky in its tempest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filling the senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swirling emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raw and untamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was the beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all its fury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was no match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For what was to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would be a test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of his very soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he reached out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And grasped the winds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Called out into the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And held on to the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it all unwound around him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind lifted on high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spirits of the brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he consumed the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose up against the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with all that was in him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He turned the storm away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4/26/2011 NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7667570587635907896?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7667570587635907896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7667570587635907896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/04/storm.html' title='Tempest Fury'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Tbcvc6waGzI/AAAAAAAABXo/5wFgoKd_xec/s72-c/storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2867653197270846884</id><published>2011-04-08T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:22:59.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TZ-cYKYgu1I/AAAAAAAABXc/DiLBLgFs-Dk/s1600-h/tower2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="tower2" border="0" height="508" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TZ-cYvJbq4I/AAAAAAAABXg/OpvGE9An9MU/tower2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="tower2" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite different than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looked over the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walked down the halls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the castle so fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big stone walls&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To keep some out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And keep some in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A prisoner in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could walk among them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people of the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one was the wiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Searching for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A life unchosen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calls to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckons him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminds him of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A reflection in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As he looks among the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing&amp;nbsp;innocent games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he wonders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From dawn to sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he made a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To take the path he's on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one knows but him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How empty he feels inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While he sits in his tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the people come and go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children so enchanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the old ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That do not come anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have taken the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into the mist across the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he wonders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When his time will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And will anybody notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That he no longer watches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the tower in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;April 8 2011 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2867653197270846884?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2867653197270846884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2867653197270846884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/04/tower-in-sky.html' title='Tower In The Sky'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TZ-cYvJbq4I/AAAAAAAABXg/OpvGE9An9MU/s72-c/tower2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2729640254291919112</id><published>2011-03-21T05:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:10:54.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Edge of the Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TYccQwqw_XI/AAAAAAAABXI/4k16u0jF_eY/s1600-h/spiritcat2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="spiritcat2" border="0" height="356" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TYccRHMdPpI/AAAAAAAABXM/PGmpV6iNKZg/spiritcat2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="spiritcat2" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've held myself together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mind wanders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To places it shouldn't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filled with what ifs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And had I only known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well they don't much matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anymore these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old bones left to rattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dark spirits when the wind blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the souls have long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving&amp;nbsp;empty spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That slip through your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like so many grains of sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full of stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling across the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To come home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days are just too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full of images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a ghostly play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That keeps calling to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then vanishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a ghost in the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always out of reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckons to you each night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deeper into the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the edge of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've stood at that edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet something keeps me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel a hand on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I dare myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To take that one last step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tonight once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I resisted the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turned my back on the ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And retreated to the safety zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's always tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS ~&amp;nbsp;3/17/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2729640254291919112?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2729640254291919112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2729640254291919112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/03/spiritcat2.html' title='To The Edge of the Line'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TYccRHMdPpI/AAAAAAAABXM/PGmpV6iNKZg/s72-c/spiritcat2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4545782799007472200</id><published>2011-03-07T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:23:46.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A War Too Long Fought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TXV0E1eDyhI/AAAAAAAABW8/N2kASaZFF1A/s1600-h/thunder_storm%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="thunder_storm" border="0" height="307" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TXV0FVvnr7I/AAAAAAAABXA/-WPrQ6PRWxc/thunder_storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="thunder_storm" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not gentle is the atmosphere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor silent in its lost brilliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That which will be devastating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To so many more than you ever knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you would be so full of potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But so lost in the hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking the fire at the edges of the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treading the Waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the sea beneath your feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lifted by the Spirit in the Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the darkness follows you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time you return &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your a little bit less like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know your tired from it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so many times you've started over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many that have passed that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually they are forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not by all of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If being your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cost too much or gave too little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like all self inflicted soldiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They go the way they want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes we stand in honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes we walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some sit contemplating the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The adventures we shared..were crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the best times even in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We became 'brothers of the wave'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never managed to teach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the leaves of the tree could fall one at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a graceful dance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather then be ripped off in violence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you there was always the edge of the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better to burn out...as it is to fade away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last time ... lets fly like the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ride that wave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And chase away the ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then ... I must turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never to look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And get back to my own journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i just walked a trillion tears tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teardrops of crystal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shattered into a million pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill keep one wrapped and hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every place I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter where I end up in this world or the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres always angles and demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But theres only one that mattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when truth be told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when our eyes next met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That regardless of how things turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have your back...as long as you need me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there is only so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS 3/07/011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4545782799007472200?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4545782799007472200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4545782799007472200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/03/war-too-long-fought.html' title='A War Too Long Fought'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TXV0FVvnr7I/AAAAAAAABXA/-WPrQ6PRWxc/s72-c/thunder_storm_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8133065095368551807</id><published>2011-02-24T04:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:11:41.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TWYoDySv8pI/AAAAAAAABWw/bF0W_AP8iD4/s1600-h/cv%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="cv" border="0" height="321" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TWYoEM_9yQI/AAAAAAAABW0/dcTYypRjmNM/cv_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="cv" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been shadowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For as long as I can recall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filled with conflicts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And misunderstandings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've walked many a fine line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I knew the cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of defiance or too many questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I got older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And learned how to work around it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to do things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Draw a line in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And man up and take a stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd had enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired of being bullied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made to feel small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there came a time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I just couldn't take any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in a fury of anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That had been hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came out in a moment'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That neither of us would forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things changed that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were never the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that isn't always a bad thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its just a cosmic wake up call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I took back the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That had been held over my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all those years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless of the circumstances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth and the consequences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had revealed the power within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I never had to use it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever again after that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I revealed just enough to turn the tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a stand...and everybody knew it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there came the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some months later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I would embark on my first journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drive west into the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And see the world through my own eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever faithful I kept writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momentary insights into my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagination fueled by riding the Ninth Wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching places I had never dared enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked a fine line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looked over the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traveled the roads at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I almost reached a point of no return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every journey has its perils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some just come razor sharp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A double edged sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I still have the battle scars to prove it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you cant see them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as always the Universe felt it was time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make my way back home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After nearly 2 decades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And going back was hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't feel like home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't feel like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the old conflicts returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That had been there since I was five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a rocky restart...finding who I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I belonged &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And coming to the realization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That everything came down to one person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who offered love with a catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of how it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I could no longer allow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This person to come between me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the people I needed in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive asked myself this question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What right does a person have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To control, manipulate, and set the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For anybody else but them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed out on a normal life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't told I had a baby sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to listen to reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why my real family wasn't around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though they were 10 miles from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wanted to believe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the things I had been told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were true...because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they weren't then there was but one answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I had been fooled by lies and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all the pieces of the puzzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fell into place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This person who raised all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was often the devil in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing the same game with everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I broke the chain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to see my real family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For once I felt like I belonged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I had made up my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I had one chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To become part of my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That had been forbidden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the devil in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I returned home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made up my mind to make the effort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To contact my father, and the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was bittersweet.... and somewhat ironic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had 8 months... to work out issues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And have the same questions answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because after all the years wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And making the effort to get to know him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wasn't father of the year I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we laughed at it because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else was there to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in March close to my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drove him to the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he never left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was in my world when I was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was with him when he left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am so glad that I made that effort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those months before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are no regrets, I did what I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accomplished something in a few short months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That most people take for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one by one, the Loving Granddad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then My Grandmother slipped away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those years wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all because of someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who thought her word was law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And rulers always end up alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've struggled with my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my emotions , hard to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing between love and hate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there were times I have to stay away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes as long as a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I struggled with the aftermath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all these things that didn't have to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its a pointless issue now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm still not sure about&amp;nbsp;my feelings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She finally left this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 93... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last time I saw her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She grabbed my hand, as I stood alongside the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned a lot in those fleeting moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned its okay to love the person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hate the things they have done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its still a struggle for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have good days and bad days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And days in between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I try to keep it to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm not sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anybody else understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I will be alone now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till the day I leave this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where I will continue my Cosmic Voyage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere among the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS ~ 02/24/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8133065095368551807?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8133065095368551807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8133065095368551807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/02/part-of-magical-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TWYoEM_9yQI/AAAAAAAABW0/dcTYypRjmNM/s72-c/cv_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8625046421229670955</id><published>2011-02-18T18:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:34:05.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching From A Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TV8B3ax-oKI/AAAAAAAABWo/FY9YyCF6iDM/s1600-h/s2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="s2" border="0" height="457" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TV8B385zaNI/AAAAAAAABWs/gpz0RO3ta-4/s2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="s2" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't through the looking glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the hospital nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it wasn't safe at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All snuggled in your Mothers arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were 7 going on 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to take on the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stubborn just like your Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hands on your hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always an&amp;nbsp;opinion on no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not afraid to say what was on your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I knew right away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were in for a wild ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wouldn't have changed a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of this strange journey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That threw us all together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched you grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a distance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought the phases of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've laughed, and I've cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at times you tested my patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the limits of my distraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I would do it all over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a heartbeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now here you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the edge of being all grown up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to spread your wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to test the waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And still I remain here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching from a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing you will stumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you will have many successes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will trip and fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like the rest of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But keep in mind, I am never far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill pick you up and dust you off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll laugh when I tell the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll commend you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you learn another lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it takes three times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To get it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or you need someone to talk to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;if you ever need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know&amp;nbsp;I'm never far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that I will always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Stephanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2011 NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8625046421229670955?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8625046421229670955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8625046421229670955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/02/watching-from-distance.html' title='Watching From A Distance'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TV8B385zaNI/AAAAAAAABWs/gpz0RO3ta-4/s72-c/s2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1222737582088004598</id><published>2011-02-03T08:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:47:29.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of a Different Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TUqu69rYysI/AAAAAAAABWg/F6eQ9dY7NlQ/s1600-h/The_ghost_in_me__by_Neildw%5B19%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="The_ghost_in_me__by_Neildw" border="0" height="275" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TUqu7VV-YHI/AAAAAAAABWk/bWOybUFh9Ss/The_ghost_in_me__by_Neildw_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="The_ghost_in_me__by_Neildw" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stand here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories Pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a&amp;nbsp; carousel ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have come and gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That other path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I didn't choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A wife and a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a family to carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now its too little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To change this path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been walking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have to find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To let go of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things that could have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had taken that other path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reflection in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of what could have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of choosing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ghost of a different me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS ~ 2/03/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1222737582088004598?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1222737582088004598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1222737582088004598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/02/ghost-of-different-me.html' title='The Ghost of a Different Me'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TUqu7VV-YHI/AAAAAAAABWk/bWOybUFh9Ss/s72-c/The_ghost_in_me__by_Neildw_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7142647786060167703</id><published>2011-01-23T18:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:46:27.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust and Moonbeams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TTy-deDgmLI/AAAAAAAABWI/qX88XUeGUac/s1600-h/3195412890_c5efabec9a%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="3195412890_c5efabec9a" border="0" height="376" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TTy-d70SPII/AAAAAAAABWM/yHyIAsRWYOI/3195412890_c5efabec9a_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="3195412890_c5efabec9a" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just bits and pieces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of Stardust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Held together by chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or divine intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moonbeams and crazy dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Body and Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing that&amp;nbsp;ancient dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till the end of the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An end and a beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All connected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that is me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I dance the dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With great expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even through the dark hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And casting shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the blue white light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the soul resides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One foot in light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One foot in darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One sits in silent reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we call life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the Stardust and Moonbeams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the journey begins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All over again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS&amp;nbsp; 1/23/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7142647786060167703?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7142647786060167703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7142647786060167703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/01/stardust-and-moonbeams.html' title='Stardust and Moonbeams'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TTy-d70SPII/AAAAAAAABWM/yHyIAsRWYOI/s72-c/3195412890_c5efabec9a_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2568512636509158731</id><published>2011-01-04T02:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:38:11.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TSLHhOL8zMI/AAAAAAAABWA/MAnWx6jE-bY/s1600-h/elements%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="elements" border="0" height="393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TSLHhy446lI/AAAAAAAABWE/Yab0sYO3-v4/elements_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="elements" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I'm going in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how far you walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You always end up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right back at the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till one day...that beginning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becomes an ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;all it leaves are choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To start all over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or to just let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I've grown weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all this traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there has to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something more&lt;br /&gt;Something that has more meaning&lt;br /&gt;That will set free what I've guarded&lt;br /&gt;Oh so well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've found a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I could stay forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A safe haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the things a safe haven can&amp;nbsp;offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the love given here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't fill the spaces&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot return&lt;br /&gt;Something&amp;nbsp;that I just dont&amp;nbsp;feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I keep looking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every day I remain here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a day I want to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every moment&amp;nbsp;I remain here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel a little less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I remain a prisoner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like all the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So again I walk the circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a thousand times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll understand what for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS ~ January 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2568512636509158731?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2568512636509158731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2568512636509158731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2011/01/ircles.html' title='Circle Walk'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TSLHhy446lI/AAAAAAAABWE/Yab0sYO3-v4/s72-c/elements_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-724703587223530297</id><published>2010-12-22T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:43:22.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Repair The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TRKcY5a_AWI/AAAAAAAABVA/B4hpqIZAR_g/s1600-h/leapofaith%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="leapofaith" border="0" height="477" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TRKcZU8Z4QI/AAAAAAAABVE/ZQr5x3fU8nE/leapofaith_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="leapofaith" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walk in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching out to the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To cope with the outcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes my fists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pointed to the Sky's in defiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes wrapped around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To try and comfort me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A touch that often made me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But those arms are gone now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they took a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought the veil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what was, to what is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I find myself wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's next in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will there ever be someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To&amp;nbsp;fill&amp;nbsp;the shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you left in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe this is a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of whats to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till one by one the roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been picked from the bush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this I have no answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even after the passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a year gone since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I don't think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking up the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ands lay the phone down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stand there for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To brush away the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I've grown accustomed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you were at rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in a better place than here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe just knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could heal this broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And repair this broken soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 21st ,2010 on the Winter Solstice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-724703587223530297?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/724703587223530297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Eclipse….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TQ-8XX4LPUI/AAAAAAAABU4/AKT6lPZ4pGo/s1600-h/imagesCA4NOVRU%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="imagesCA4NOVRU" border="0" alt="imagesCA4NOVRU" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TQ-8X46AvqI/AAAAAAAABU8/PM_2Bv_HdkI/imagesCA4NOVRU_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4137083515970475934?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4137083515970475934'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>8 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TQafiWoHOwI/AAAAAAAABUw/QSE7_KJn1Fs/s1600-h/afterlife%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="afterlife" border="0" height="351" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TQafi5C2RcI/AAAAAAAABU0/3Rl7PHHq8qg/afterlife_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="afterlife" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would I have stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not let a day go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without talking to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe held your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you wouldn't be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are questions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will go unanswered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will always wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that your gone from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or eternal light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or simply nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one more question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will all face someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When its our time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To cross over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1779748881009113395?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1779748881009113395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1779748881009113395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-days.html' title='8 Days'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TQafi5C2RcI/AAAAAAAABU0/3Rl7PHHq8qg/s72-c/afterlife_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6991122789224269116</id><published>2010-12-01T00:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:11:38.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Aids Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TPXeilDMspI/AAAAAAAABS8/1TEUuwyJG-g/s1600-h/world-aids-day-angel-poster-b12154888%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="world-aids-day-angel-poster-b12154888" border="0" height="383" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TPXet-Oe4rI/AAAAAAAABTA/0RXlrloR4vs/world-aids-day-angel-poster-b12154888_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="world-aids-day-angel-poster-b12154888" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONE HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all over for you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The curtain has fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the stage has cleared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that remains is a ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rattling around in a memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is&amp;nbsp;for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more tragedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That raged in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has been forever extinguished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have gone home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To rest in peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From an unkind world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be at peace my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And rest in the wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the Angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;For my friend Sean&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TERRA NOVA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already knew it was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a feeling in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reaching into my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And haunting me in the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I looked to the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all of this began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was truly innocent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a care in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that was a fleeting moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it all came crashing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the darkness came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It shook the foundations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the beginning of the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hit too close to home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would not get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would be just the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had lost yet another friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhat numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat alone staring out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the news &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a couple of hours ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the voice on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said ... Terry's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart sank...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood silent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you say after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow sorry isn't enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there were just no words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe they would come later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;For my friend Terry&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Over the years I have lost many friends.&amp;nbsp; Each one special, each one mattered.&amp;nbsp; My friends Terry and Sean were the two that hit me the hardest.&amp;nbsp; Terry was a friend from school, we hung out, went out partying.&amp;nbsp; We were roommates for several years out in California.&amp;nbsp; He was the first person I knew that had AIDS.&amp;nbsp; It didn't make me treat him any different, it didn't change the way our friendship worked.&amp;nbsp; The hardest part, was when he was admitted to the hospital, it was touch and go, and it was me that had to make that fateful call to his Mom.&amp;nbsp; It was absolutely the hardest conversation I have ever had.&amp;nbsp; They did not know he was sick, he had kept that his secret for many years.&amp;nbsp; Although he would recover, he would have many touch and go moments in his life.&amp;nbsp; Each one took a little bit more from him.&amp;nbsp; In 1995 he moved to Texas.&amp;nbsp; I took him to the train station, gave him&amp;nbsp;my turquoise necklace he had always admired, hugged him, watched him board the train.&amp;nbsp; It would be the last time I ever saw him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sean lived in San Diego, we met at Jack in the Box close to my apartment.&amp;nbsp; He said I had that "I just moved here and don't know where I am" look.&amp;nbsp; We hit it off right away as friends.&amp;nbsp; He seemed in perfect health to me, and a month later he told me that he had AIDS.&amp;nbsp; In three short months , I watched him decline rapidly.&amp;nbsp; I have never seen anything like this.&amp;nbsp; He had fevers of 107 degrees, he was so sick he couldn't hold his head up.&amp;nbsp; He got so bad that I had the ambulance take him to the hospital, called his Mother and told her where he was going and in 3 days he was gone.&amp;nbsp; I think I was just in shock really.&amp;nbsp; I flew back to Ohio a couple days later,&amp;nbsp; I just had to go back home and re-group.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;About 2 weeks after I got back to Ohio, my friend Terry was just constantly on my mind.&amp;nbsp; So I called his Mother... the phone rang for days till a week later his Mom answered the phone.&amp;nbsp; Terry had died in Texas and they had just gotten home from the service.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I wrote the poem 'Terra Nova".&amp;nbsp; A poet has many words... but none of them can express exactly how I felt, but it was my only way to say what I needed to say even if nobody ever read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So I decided, on this World AIDS Day 2010...that I would share what I wrote.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure that this story has been repeated many times over... different faces...different places.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It isn't about what a person does, as much as it is who the person is... and everyone deserves respect, dignity and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS - 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6991122789224269116?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6991122789224269116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6991122789224269116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/12/world-aids-day-2010.html' title='World Aids Day 2010'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TPXet-Oe4rI/AAAAAAAABTA/0RXlrloR4vs/s72-c/world-aids-day-angel-poster-b12154888_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7030572480600602760</id><published>2010-11-19T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:37:14.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Dancing in the Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TOak7v1FogI/AAAAAAAABS0/yfRw97ouSUI/s1600-h/13_rays_fog_trees_rmb%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="13_rays_fog_trees_rmb" border="0" height="312" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TOak8AvHlJI/AAAAAAAABS4/mAML9tW7M3A/13_rays_fog_trees_rmb_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="13_rays_fog_trees_rmb" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That things are changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That comes over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling you to get it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop wasting time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it really doesn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because today is all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That anybody has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day, and hour, or a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not all those days were kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So looking forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see fleeting glimpses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of that ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking into the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daring&amp;nbsp;me to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes I follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to get lost in the mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till something pulls me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still each time I follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get just a little bit closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a bit farther away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this place I exist in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know that someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will become that ghost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that beckons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one I have chased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For longer than I can remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will remain there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever dancing in the fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS - November&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;19, &amp;nbsp;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7030572480600602760?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7030572480600602760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7030572480600602760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-dancing-in-fog.html' title='Forever Dancing in the Fog'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TOak8AvHlJI/AAAAAAAABS4/mAML9tW7M3A/s72-c/13_rays_fog_trees_rmb_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3780276530159355711</id><published>2010-10-30T06:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:54:39.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Crossed Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMvxKj8xUyI/AAAAAAAABSs/mJ2rYiHf37w/s1600-h/Bears-2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bears-2" border="0" height="361" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMvxK1L3gvI/AAAAAAAABSw/raknB1NvR6A/Bears-2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Bears-2" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Star crossed lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These paths should cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the stars aligned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moon was full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I knew I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was overwhelming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a great wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That rises and falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To crash against the rocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can even feel the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it rocks a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we were caught up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I touched you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel the connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my eyes closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could see colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we came together as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The magic remained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untouched by mortal man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all the glitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can be bought and sold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As time becomes your enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see the cracks in the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And feel the foundation crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still your eyes are closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you are reaching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the stars in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fell like tears in a silvery rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flooded the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Washed away the connection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;stood at the crossroads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And chose another path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went their separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the blue calm sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Became a raging Storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lightning flashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thunder&amp;nbsp;like a scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoed down the hallways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When love and hate&lt;br /&gt;Was broken into a line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That nobody wanted to cross over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it was the end of an era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all that remained&lt;br /&gt;Was time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say that time heals all wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But some were too deep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some too painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No spoken words would tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the secrets between them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But time moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the storm became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A blue calm sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water washed away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lines drawn in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And forgiveness and healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brought their paths together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An unexpected twist of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a new beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was the thing they both needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To overcome the ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the demons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cast them out&lt;br /&gt;Into the holy waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For star crossed lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for old friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they come full circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And begin again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; NINTH WAVE PROJECTS - October 30, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3780276530159355711?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3780276530159355711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3780276530159355711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-crossed-lovers.html' title='Star Crossed Lovers'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMvxK1L3gvI/AAAAAAAABSw/raknB1NvR6A/s72-c/Bears-2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7132657091783700270</id><published>2010-10-25T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:06:21.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMYVPEfUxxI/AAAAAAAABSk/zn7ypRv2DYU/s1600-h/blue%20tower%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="blue tower" border="0" height="248" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMYVPj1ozzI/AAAAAAAABSo/3QfZ3wfWXIU/blue%20tower_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="blue tower" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some call it Sanctuary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some say refuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safe behind the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until you realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all just an illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That kept the world out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Begin to crumble around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you retreat higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up into the towers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you have let surround you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And created your world in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So high up in the tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the winds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They lift you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they surround you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cosmic blue cloak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That blurs your visions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the illusion of safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As stone by stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The towers that you live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Begin to fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet the voices sing to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A hypnotic lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An so you choose to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To those voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of seeing whats around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the towers begin to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you find yourself falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surrounded by the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the towers are no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your visions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have tricked you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these many years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are just images of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NINTH WAVE PROJECTS 10-25-2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7132657091783700270?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7132657091783700270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7132657091783700270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/10/sanctuary.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TMYVPj1ozzI/AAAAAAAABSo/3QfZ3wfWXIU/s72-c/blue%20tower_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7862548105442653029</id><published>2010-10-16T02:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:22:29.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Passage of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TLlIdvN1_bI/AAAAAAAABRA/aqGiiPlLnq8/s1600-h/clock1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="clock1" border="0" height="433" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TLlIeLRgeGI/AAAAAAAABRE/GG8WtCzFTbA/clock1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="clock1" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hear the clock tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can look at the calendar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really didn't need to be reminded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today would have been your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;94 years&amp;nbsp;would have been a milestone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now all I have to look at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are photographs of birthdays past'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see a sense of urgency in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like you knew the hourglass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was getting low one grain at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you were so frail and fading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew that would be our last celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all in your eyes in the photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A haunted expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A realization that it was time to let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it came to pass on 12/21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Winter Solstice, a cold December day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You passed through the veil at 12:21 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for once everybody in that room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For just a moment, for their own reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All came together in a circle with quiet tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To tell you goodbye for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw nothing as you lay there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slowly breathing&amp;nbsp;in silence,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it was&amp;nbsp;finally over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was only silence and the slow tone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the machine that said no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An I knew, an era had just passed before us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we all had our reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why we loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And reasons why sometimes we couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So with Gods patience and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you understand like we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope your reunited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the ones you have missed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For oh so many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if its in my fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be graced by Gods Wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You look for that little 5 year old boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one you wanted so badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it will be me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running into you and Papaws' lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until then...just watch down from the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And smile ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© ~&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Written 10/15/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7862548105442653029?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7862548105442653029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7862548105442653029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-passage-of-time.html' title='What Passage of Time'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TLlIeLRgeGI/AAAAAAAABRE/GG8WtCzFTbA/s72-c/clock1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7354391740482205795</id><published>2010-09-30T16:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:13:01.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortals Aren’t Allowed To Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKT5L0j-iYI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ba3eW3T-Zn8/s1600-h/54angels_wings1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="54angels_wings1" border="0" height="333" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKT5McjR0jI/AAAAAAAABQ8/zK-uSzYAnU4/54angels_wings1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="54angels_wings1" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the Angel said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the edge of a cliff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mortals aren't allowed to fly&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;So if you jump&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;All you will do is fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking perplexed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just stood there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swaying in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the Angel said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;If you take my hand&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'll let you fall gently&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;There will be no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh but the fool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did not believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so he leaned into the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And fell.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a million times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyes Closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not knowing when it would come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In an instant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when he looked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The angel reached out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And gently picked up the fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rested him on his wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spread wide and majestic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the last moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there was no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He finally knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mortals aren't allowed to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; May 19th, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7354391740482205795?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7354391740482205795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7354391740482205795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/09/mortals-arent-allowed-to-fly.html' title='Mortals Aren’t Allowed To Fly'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKT5McjR0jI/AAAAAAAABQ8/zK-uSzYAnU4/s72-c/54angels_wings1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3819737336410184633</id><published>2010-09-28T07:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:05:29.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Did Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKHMQlYkXBI/AAAAAAAABQs/OkwsFLKb0JY/s1600-h/reaper_blackunicorn%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="reaper_blackunicorn" border="0" height="363" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKHMQ0IaxAI/AAAAAAAABQw/2xJXrDgqkKg/reaper_blackunicorn_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="reaper_blackunicorn" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empty Spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dreams left to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't do it over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you have to live with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's live without it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Endless questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dark space never filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recollections and recriminations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are all that's left to ponder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leads you to wander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at the mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you're walking the path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With brief moments in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shared and then forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a realization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That your faith is shaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that you don't believe in anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that you never really did believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In love after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;©&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; September 28, 2010 Ninth Wave Projects &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3819737336410184633?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3819737336410184633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3819737336410184633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-did-believe.html' title='Never Did Believe'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TKHMQ0IaxAI/AAAAAAAABQw/2xJXrDgqkKg/s72-c/reaper_blackunicorn_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6023142802514503719</id><published>2010-09-24T08:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:46:18.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Walls ( Ghosts )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TJyY7FSXoaI/AAAAAAAABQk/kOiEcnRx3Sw/s1600-h/trap%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="trap" border="0" height="265" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TJyY7aYftSI/AAAAAAAABQo/MEedH9PmXvI/trap_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="trap" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behind closed doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behind the walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images of a ghost&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had days like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it seems weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are times that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A room can be a prison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if it's filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With everything you've ever wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this empty room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filled wall to wall with ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ghosts of yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regretably set aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the ghosts of tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just waiting to be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what are you looking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you running away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems it's always something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That keeps you prisoner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe if you look into the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will see the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As hard as that may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the only thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That might set your free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; September 24, 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6023142802514503719?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6023142802514503719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6023142802514503719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/09/behind-walls.html' title='Behind The Walls ( Ghosts )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TJyY7aYftSI/AAAAAAAABQo/MEedH9PmXvI/s72-c/trap_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5531135420196704094</id><published>2010-09-10T22:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:10:36.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget ( 9/11/01 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TIrlD6KSUPI/AAAAAAAABQU/N7xS6BUMJtM/s1600-h/betower%20invert%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="betower invert" border="0" height="304" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TIrlEI3BnMI/AAAAAAAABQY/8Ii9TN0g17k/betower%20invert_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="betower invert" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were all transfixed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were unable to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw it all unfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the enemy had to prove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A senseless tragedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much was lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the moment the world froze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were all just hypnotized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all know how the story goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right in front of our very eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many years we've been protected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And watched the terror on TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's in our own back yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;test of freedom&amp;nbsp;all the world&amp;nbsp;could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were shaken to the core &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were torn in two that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our faith was truly tested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we dropped on knee to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no going back now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever etched into our mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The questions, who, why, and how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is something we will have to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on this day we will remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones we lost that fateful day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On that morning in September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will never go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;© &lt;/span&gt;September 10, 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5531135420196704094?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2478651160270179966</id><published>2010-09-07T08:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:19:27.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were Forever Changed ( September 11, 2001 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TIYyFSHplBI/AAAAAAAABP4/pyTyDHSTlZw/s1600-h/9-11-eagle%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="9-11-eagle" border="0" height="411" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TIYyF6YOUtI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZWFpZR9kClY/9-11-eagle_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="9-11-eagle" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Written Five Years Ago )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day that started out much like today, much like tomorrow, and then the world changed. I remember being at work and being in some sort of disbelief of what was happening. We were numb, the world was numb, and it would never be the same. We went home, we watched, we waited and we prayed. Suddenly the land of the free, was a lot smaller. As the day passed, more tragedy unfolded, more tears and more fear. Were not used to feeling fear like that. I sat, looking outside my window and caught a small plane in the reflection of the big black tower... it was just a reflection... yet it seemed to be going right into the building, I jumped off the couch and hit the floor. I was there crouched for moments, that seemed like hours shaking at the fear and shock that had just gone through my whole body. I can still feel that all these years later. We are changed... Even today, all these years later it brings tears to my eyes when I think about the great losses that we as a nation, as a people, as humans....suffered that day, and how we are still dealing with it today. God help us, Pray for us and forgive us for moments of discretion. I have never gotten over that day, and I hope in some ways I never do. It will keep us safer to have one eye looking around the corner, but it will never be the same when we go to sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Written&amp;nbsp;Sept 07, &amp;nbsp;2010 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories come back to speak in dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haunt us in the deepest corners of our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;America, the World was changed that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was changed as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something shook the very core of who we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sense of safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sense of freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of those challenged on 9/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vile and poisonous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Innocent and unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched them jump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched them fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In horror in the safety of our homes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were in shock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were forever changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The faces of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That most of us didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Etched forever in our memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day the Towers fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day the Pentagon was attacked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the day the hero's of Flight 93&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chose to take control of their fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And saved hundreds more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of those Innocent Lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to give up their own with honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were forever changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our eyes were opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we fell upon our knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And cried with the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobering Facts&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Trade Center &amp;nbsp;1 &amp;amp; 2&amp;nbsp;- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2406&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word Trade Center 1 &amp;amp; 2 - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;200 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Jumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Flight 11&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United 175 - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American 77 - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United 93 - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Workers - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;411&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYFD Firemen - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;341&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYFD Paramedics - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYPD Officers - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Authority - &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Duty EMS Workers -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let Us Never Forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;Those &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2,997&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; 2010 Ninth Wave Projects )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2478651160270179966?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2478651160270179966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2478651160270179966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-11th-ten-years.html' title='We Were Forever Changed ( September 11, 2001 )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TIYyF6YOUtI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZWFpZR9kClY/s72-c/9-11-eagle_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7939908951218688856</id><published>2010-08-28T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:42:11.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle of the Mirror ( Broken Glass )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THmnFUQoVeI/AAAAAAAABPo/DKSpP1iVcyk/s1600-h/killing-sisyphus%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="killing-sisyphus" border="0" height="449" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THmnF6rbApI/AAAAAAAABPs/gxt_E89HUuY/killing-sisyphus_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="killing-sisyphus" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiling in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking among the strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behind&amp;nbsp;these blue eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just what your looking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly what I want you to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I may never tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not even in secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's looking back at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At any given moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wont give you ammunition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To use again against me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even after all these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We could be in the room together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm a million miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just don't take it personally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because its not personal you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its just a part of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That great wall around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Built up to keep out the strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to keep out the dangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And deflect my true feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To let you know how I really feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I write a lot of poems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pieces of my history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About everybody in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some past , some present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some that might be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interchangeable words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a made up world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A masterpiece of rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without a painters brush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some say its oh so pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buts its simply broken glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nobodies been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the places that I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With broken dreams and glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you ever feel connected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you ever think you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A reflection in that mirror...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you think that for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That it was really me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a hundred other pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you can read for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; August&amp;nbsp; 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7939908951218688856?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7939908951218688856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7939908951218688856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/08/middle-of-mirror.html' title='The Middle of the Mirror ( Broken Glass )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THmnF6rbApI/AAAAAAAABPs/gxt_E89HUuY/s72-c/killing-sisyphus_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2569231109483145574</id><published>2010-08-26T05:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T05:18:01.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THYuewIintI/AAAAAAAABPg/lx3foTQ4byc/s1600-h/The_wheel_of_time_by_aphostol%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="The_wheel_of_time_by_aphostol" border="0" height="396" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THYufYzUvPI/AAAAAAAABPk/AQW_MAMZnv8/The_wheel_of_time_by_aphostol_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="The_wheel_of_time_by_aphostol" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wheel of time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moves on, never stops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be a wild ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not knowing where it's going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or when it will stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if you let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where will you end up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy wheel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends come and go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passing one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for me theyre always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played out like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With some of the verses missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can always write more lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Change the ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that would be a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And why mess up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always, &amp;nbsp;be and end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have asked me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know the outcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know it wont last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do you take part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the cosmic dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is what makes it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worth the cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One breath you breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One moment in passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes it all come full circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that, is worth the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2569231109483145574?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2569231109483145574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2569231109483145574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/08/wheel-of-time.html' title='Wheel of Time'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/THYufYzUvPI/AAAAAAAABPk/AQW_MAMZnv8/s72-c/The_wheel_of_time_by_aphostol_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7532849119308134718</id><published>2010-08-05T05:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:54:57.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TFqIxQQ029I/AAAAAAAABPI/JXY9GG15IKQ/s1600-h/zeuse%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="zeuse" border="0" height="383" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TFqIxqavHnI/AAAAAAAABPM/yVENlrSIMpM/zeuse_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="zeuse" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the wind howled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the sound of a thousand wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twisting through the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bending them at will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the willow became alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thrashing in the fury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the water crashed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Against the banks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lightning flashed across an angry sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like spears sent from the Heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Zeuse himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was caught up In the Intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One wave, two waves, three waves ...nine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each stronger than the one before it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played out like my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spinning out of sequence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all the worlds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were stages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive danced across so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I wasn't keeping score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As one blurred into the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I never really cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As long as the storm raged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In full force intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It kept the chaos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pushed right to the edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And kept me distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if just for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the storm was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked around to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was left standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And each time it was the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;© 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7532849119308134718?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7532849119308134718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TEW-4rt2kRI/AAAAAAAABPA/OC1KQdW_gcU/s1600-h/kitty%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="kitty" border="0" height="316" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TEW-5Ghn_uI/AAAAAAAABPE/umvIdvBKS6k/kitty_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="kitty" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quietly he walked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With his hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To his side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His eyes were sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He never looked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Timid and meek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I’d ever met before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And probably never will again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn’t know exactly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to deal with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I was intrigued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With his silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After so many storms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps his quiet ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would be good for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Might make a difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my world full of intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He would stand at my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With wine and crystal glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another taste of my wine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And pour us both a glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite different from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That beer and wiskey crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That were always around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would sit for hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listening to music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I began to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the quietness came from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A place of confusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A place I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He should escape from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so the Mouse was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the presence of the Cougar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or sometimes “Ferocious Cougar”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He would look at me and give me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A somewhat crooked grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was completely different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it wasn't meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least back then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My world was still spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he couldn't keep up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldn't slow down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanished into the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As quiet as a mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was four years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And still not a trace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not a day goes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That something I hear or see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn’t make me wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just where the little mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scampered off to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope hes happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our paths will cross again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;©July 20,&amp;nbsp;2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6930838500492272926?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6930838500492272926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6930838500492272926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/07/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TEW-5Ghn_uI/AAAAAAAABPE/umvIdvBKS6k/s72-c/kitty_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6029640950856260673</id><published>2010-06-20T06:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:53:21.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB3nJIrc6VI/AAAAAAAABOo/4H-5R7TCDmg/s1600-h/Power_of_the_Sea%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Power_of_the_Sea" border="0" height="319" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB3nKLXAvyI/AAAAAAAABOs/BcRY4nLjhls/Power_of_the_Sea_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Power_of_the_Sea" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Inspiration is like a wave from the sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Sometimes it just washes over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;And you have no choice but to listen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Michael L Farquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; 2010 Ninth Wave Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6029640950856260673?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6029640950856260673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6029640950856260673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB3nKLXAvyI/AAAAAAAABOs/BcRY4nLjhls/s72-c/Power_of_the_Sea_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4843484014569374302</id><published>2010-06-19T18:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:59:20.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Hurricane (Remember Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB0-6rMUQiI/AAAAAAAABOY/uNKjm8weorE/s1600-h/gods%20eye%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="gods eye" border="0" height="337" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB0-7fIKbxI/AAAAAAAABOc/Z8Gxxwfnls4/gods%20eye_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="gods eye" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What will you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you think back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the nights we lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Eye of that Hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the quiet times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That nobody would believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you shed a tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I confided in safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the good times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we laughed and cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time...we tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To go back inside the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one I've managed to go back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And had to leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way it had to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way it always was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So will you think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In times of silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A time to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a time for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To live another day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And someday when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your times is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the eye of the hurricane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the calm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the&amp;nbsp;sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we will start another journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Grace of Gods true light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With no shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;( June 19- 2010 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;This is dedicated to everyone who has fought their own personal battles and won,&amp;nbsp;be it physical, spiritual, or emotional.&amp;nbsp; There is light after darkness, and there is the calm after the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4843484014569374302?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4843484014569374302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4843484014569374302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/06/eye-of-hurricane-remember-me.html' title='Eye of the Hurricane (Remember Me)'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TB0-7fIKbxI/AAAAAAAABOc/Z8Gxxwfnls4/s72-c/gods%20eye_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4474237903198469935</id><published>2010-06-13T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:53:33.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TBV7254xJZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Ez2U9Pmaiuw/s1600-h/oldsouls%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="oldsouls" border="0" height="481" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TBV73-Ds5WI/AAAAAAAABOU/yMeVZ8ESQEk/oldsouls_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="oldsouls" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we've seen too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walked too many miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lived too many lifetimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes us jaded in our wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And crazy for our solitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wheels keep turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stars keep shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we feel the passage of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is so much more to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millenniums are but brief moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a long cosmic saga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is far from the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And far from an ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Written June 13th 2010 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4474237903198469935?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4474237903198469935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4474237903198469935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-souls.html' title='Old Souls'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TBV73-Ds5WI/AAAAAAAABOU/yMeVZ8ESQEk/s72-c/oldsouls_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8027392776203086080</id><published>2010-05-31T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:57:28.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Through the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TAQwKRr32RI/AAAAAAAABOI/KuYs_T1KUkY/s1600-h/mirrors%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="mirrors" border="0" height="393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TAQwKzRivlI/AAAAAAAABOM/0hetOFVzNY4/mirrors_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="mirrors" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right through that mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd do it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find my way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To where we went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it feels so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close as a touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like there's no going back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's just my perception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Between looking back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And looking forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And trying to find myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in the middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The danger is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your walking a fine line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to get caught up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the chaos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a moth to a flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the faintest light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shines through the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is get close enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel that warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not singe your wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be your guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Away from the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And things will come full circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as they are meant to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( May 31st 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8027392776203086080?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8027392776203086080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8027392776203086080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-through-mirror.html' title='Back Through the Mirror'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/TAQwKzRivlI/AAAAAAAABOM/0hetOFVzNY4/s72-c/mirrors_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1778182792931387928</id><published>2010-05-14T01:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:32:20.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S-zcDrcBOgI/AAAAAAAABN4/MVYXeYAR8xE/s1600-h/TWINKLE-STARS-1-NORMA%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="TWINKLE-STARS-1-NORMA" border="0" height="319" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S-zcD0mC5kI/AAAAAAAABN8/LAoQKVODdlU/TWINKLE-STARS-1-NORMA_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="TWINKLE-STARS-1-NORMA" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine around him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glitter in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like fireflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a hot summers night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He stares at the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And contemplates the Universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the eyes of a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a soul quite ancient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Searching for answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To age old questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asked a million times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way back when the stars were born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He held them in his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.. he feels ancient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, sometimes betrayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Content to follow the path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That lay before him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be the stuff of legends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He embraces it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All written down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In his book of secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For that next soul mate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of many this lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift or burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only he can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so goes the ancient warrior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embraced by the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the glitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved by the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And surrounded by the magic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In his little book of secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Written May 14th 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1778182792931387928?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1778182792931387928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1778182792931387928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/05/glitter-in-sky.html' title='Glitter in the Sky'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S-zcD0mC5kI/AAAAAAAABN8/LAoQKVODdlU/s72-c/TWINKLE-STARS-1-NORMA_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5772237081672540969</id><published>2010-05-04T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:06:18.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle upon Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S9-jydkKasI/AAAAAAAABNs/dDo8MZM7oCQ/s1600/spirits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S9-jydkKasI/AAAAAAAABNs/dDo8MZM7oCQ/s400/spirits.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A circle upon a circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never ending journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just put one foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And don't look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has ever given you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;broken dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And revelations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you just cant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get away from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backward glances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the only shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you can find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the one you cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upon yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you have always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A prisoner of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A seeker of destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what are you going to do about it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are you going this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've been released&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From all of your promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One winter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just floated out of the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And into the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was no sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only silent falling tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a room full of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That&amp;nbsp;you have never felt &lt;br /&gt;Connected to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always a step out of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there was no more time now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just an ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a new beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Circle upon circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just how it's always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written May 3rd 2010 The Ninth Wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5772237081672540969?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5772237081672540969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5772237081672540969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/05/circle-upon-circle.html' title='Circle upon Circle'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S9-jydkKasI/AAAAAAAABNs/dDo8MZM7oCQ/s72-c/spirits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1047811920004184298</id><published>2010-03-06T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:44:10.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stars in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S5L1gvUOAFI/AAAAAAAABM8/-2lPxCJuhrw/s1600-h/night_sky_large_02%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="night_sky_large_02" border="0" alt="night_sky_large_02" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S5L1hGM6_oI/AAAAAAAABNA/AlEoZU-T5gw/night_sky_large_02_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And time marches on&lt;br /&gt;The world continues to turn&lt;br /&gt;The ground beneath our feet&lt;br /&gt;And the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never ending...&lt;br /&gt;Winter bows to Spring&lt;br /&gt;New life, the Earth awakens&lt;br /&gt;With refreshed beauty&lt;br /&gt;The cycle begins again&lt;br /&gt;As it always does,&lt;br /&gt;As it always will...Whether we are here&lt;br /&gt;To bear witness&lt;br /&gt;Or above to watch over&lt;br /&gt;Those of us to follow&lt;br /&gt;And that makes it easier&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;When the soft wind&lt;br /&gt;Blows in my window&lt;br /&gt;On a hot summer night&lt;br /&gt;Or in the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it washes away the sadness&lt;br /&gt;That I feel sometimes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(March 06, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1817484915312400187-1047811920004184298?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1047811920004184298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1047811920004184298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/03/stars-in-sky.html' title='The Stars in the Sky'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S5L1hGM6_oI/AAAAAAAABNA/AlEoZU-T5gw/s72-c/night_sky_large_02_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5052956569930475895</id><published>2010-02-18T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:35:22.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Outside Looking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S31aq3vcTPI/AAAAAAAABMw/1GOeZF3s6rk/s1600-h/angelspikes-1-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="angelspikes-1-1" border="0" alt="angelspikes-1-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S31arQlFreI/AAAAAAAABM0/DByTOOLZXoI/angelspikes-1-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody changed places&lt;br /&gt;Nobody asked me&lt;br /&gt;Standing there always&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;Walking in shadows&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps I could never fill&lt;br /&gt;Moments I could never feel&lt;br /&gt;Always in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Caught between two wars&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to fall victim&lt;br /&gt;To the propaganda&lt;br /&gt;And live two lives&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where my path goes&lt;br /&gt;As I stand at the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;One choice, one way&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;A child changes to a man&lt;br /&gt;Grown older with time&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize the cost of it all&lt;br /&gt;A price paid in blood&lt;br /&gt;Tears shed in silence&lt;br /&gt;I see what could have been&lt;br /&gt;What should have been&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the mirrors reflection&lt;br /&gt;So many miles gone past&lt;br /&gt;Memories that have faded&lt;br /&gt;Scattered by the wind&lt;br /&gt;All these things&lt;br /&gt;That I missed out on&lt;br /&gt;And the things&lt;br /&gt;Now to late to do, too late to feel&lt;br /&gt;Just bits of paper&lt;br /&gt;Without any meaning&lt;br /&gt;To anybody except to me&lt;br /&gt;On the outside looking in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( February 18, 2010 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5052956569930475895?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5052956569930475895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5052956569930475895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-outside-looking-in.html' title='On the Outside Looking In'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S31arQlFreI/AAAAAAAABM0/DByTOOLZXoI/s72-c/angelspikes-1-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6045835170489197714</id><published>2010-02-07T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:45:05.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry in Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S2-ONlFvkSI/AAAAAAAABMc/f1-taQBt5yE/s1600-h/crescent%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="crescent" border="0" alt="crescent" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S2-ON4dlp-I/AAAAAAAABMg/rrAneQFFCgc/crescent_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="316" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Change is inevitable, inescapable at best. It marches on regardless if we watch from the safety of our homes, or if we were the center of our own universe. Needless to say there has been a lot of changes in my life over the last few months. There are good days and not-so-good days, all part of the bigger picture of dealing with a loss in ones life. Some of those losses are greater than others. Some take you by surprise and others you were expecting, even if you were not expecting them so soon. I have always allowed the things I write to be my main source of dealing with things. But sometimes you get to a point where you have to sit and center yourself, and allow things to sink in. To grieve for the things that will never come back, and to adjust to the changes that loss will create for the rest of your life. You say to yourself, I will get through this and I will be stronger for it. You must look at your life, and decide how to shuffle the things that are still going on in it. And then, you must set aside some time to just let yourself "exhale". Time to tell yourself that for every loss, there can and will be a balancing out of the rest of things in your universe. That may actually end up being the hardest part. Instead of pulling down the blinds and retreating from world, you must allow yourself to celebrate change. Allow the flow of the energy that is to come be like poetry in motion. There need not be a hurricane to allow yourself to be cleansed with the water. You can just as easily allow yourself to walk along the edge taking each step at a time until you have allowed the water to softly cleanse you, one wave at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6045835170489197714?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6045835170489197714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6045835170489197714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/02/poetry-in-motion.html' title='Poetry in Motion'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S2-ON4dlp-I/AAAAAAAABMg/rrAneQFFCgc/s72-c/crescent_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3568218235206104717</id><published>2010-01-23T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:53:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1uyaqjnm-I/AAAAAAAABMU/rEwdyItoTR0/s1600-h/chaos_2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="chaos_2" border="0" alt="chaos_2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1uybPc_2rI/AAAAAAAABMY/z_yPEm8Chyk/chaos_2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" height="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These waves&lt;br /&gt;Emotion crashing over me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes takes me&lt;br /&gt;Right to the edge&lt;br /&gt;I feel an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I cant seem to fill&lt;br /&gt;They all say, you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;But time doesn't always&lt;br /&gt;Heal a Broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; angry&lt;br /&gt;Other times sad&lt;br /&gt;But I try to keep it&lt;br /&gt;From showing on my face&lt;br /&gt;Or reflecting in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Windows to the soul&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Let anybody into that space&lt;br /&gt;My own little world&lt;br /&gt;Of chaotic creation&lt;br /&gt;If I tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;I'll have no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;The darkness will get in&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe get out&lt;br /&gt;So I let the waves&lt;br /&gt;Crash over me&lt;br /&gt;With all its fury on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;With each wave&lt;br /&gt;It takes one more piece&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of the chaos&lt;br /&gt;That I can't seem to be rid of&lt;br /&gt;It has been there all my life&lt;br /&gt;The monster in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pandora's&lt;/span&gt; box&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( January 23, 2010 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3568218235206104717?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3568218235206104717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3568218235206104717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/chaos-revisited.html' title='Chaos Revisited'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1uybPc_2rI/AAAAAAAABMY/z_yPEm8Chyk/s72-c/chaos_2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4844216774140666011</id><published>2010-01-21T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:59:35.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1jWWJ5Yp2I/AAAAAAAABMM/00RQuklCsEA/s1600-h/AngelOfGrief5%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="AngelOfGrief5" border="0" alt="AngelOfGrief5" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1jWWt6VFCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TmzGJ5rrpDQ/AngelOfGrief5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In the still of the night&lt;br /&gt;I feel the empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's to difficult to bear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's all I can think about&lt;br /&gt;And when the darkness is all I know&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel myself overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I feel the soft touch of peace&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wings of an angel&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you are watching me&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you will always be there&lt;br /&gt;The Angel of Grief will comfort me&lt;br /&gt;The Angel of Grief will be my strength&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness is all I can see&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness is all that I can feel&lt;br /&gt;I sit in silence and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I sit in silence and I can still feel you close&lt;br /&gt;And in my memories you will live forever&lt;br /&gt;And in my memories I find comfort&lt;br /&gt;Guardian Angel, take my hand and guide me&lt;br /&gt;Guardian Angel, never distant, never far&lt;br /&gt;No more darkness&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness&lt;br /&gt;Only love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Only love and your memory &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;January 21, 2010&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today is one month to the day that Alice died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4844216774140666011?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4844216774140666011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4844216774140666011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/guardian-angel.html' title='Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1jWWt6VFCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/TmzGJ5rrpDQ/s72-c/AngelOfGrief5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7210054680228047715</id><published>2010-01-20T21:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:08:53.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Celtic Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1e1tBzFIGI/AAAAAAAABMA/r5L02yqnyMk/s1600-h/dance1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="dance1" border="0" alt="dance1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1e1uLedxvI/AAAAAAAABME/D7-oiq3dn88/dance1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="238" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫ Dance as if no one's watching...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing as if no one's listening... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And live everyday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if it were your last. ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;January 20, 2010&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7210054680228047715?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7210054680228047715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7210054680228047715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-celtic-saying.html' title='An Old Celtic Saying'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S1e1uLedxvI/AAAAAAAABME/D7-oiq3dn88/s72-c/dance1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5278194731232607365</id><published>2010-01-03T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:07:33.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S0Ew8NG3hEI/AAAAAAAABLw/dyLZUBsNG7k/s1600-h/Blue%20M1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Blue%20M1" border="0" alt="Blue%20M1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S0Ew8iBdGSI/AAAAAAAABL0/WS70jj0kCwM/Blue%20M1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The minutes turn to hours&lt;br /&gt;Hours into days&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Sittin here missing you&lt;br /&gt;How I'd love to hear your laughter&lt;br /&gt;And your voice one more time&lt;br /&gt;To be able to hug you hello and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Hear you tell me, like always&lt;br /&gt;To come back real soon&lt;br /&gt;And now all that is gone&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;Your not standing there&lt;br /&gt;In my corner&lt;br /&gt;Where I could always count on you&lt;br /&gt;To listen and not to judge&lt;br /&gt;To love me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else has ever done&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;There's this huge void&lt;br /&gt;A piece of my heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know&lt;br /&gt;You are watching over me now&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take away the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Or the empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;And no one could ever replace you&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, broken or not&lt;br /&gt;So I reserve the right&lt;br /&gt;To fall apart now and then&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Or when I hear your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;And I will....&lt;br /&gt;Never forget you&lt;br /&gt;And when it's my time&lt;br /&gt;To make that last journey&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing you&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the gate&lt;br /&gt;With your arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;And a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;And the empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Wont be empty anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( January 3, 2010 )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5278194731232607365?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5278194731232607365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5278194731232607365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty Spaces'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/S0Ew8iBdGSI/AAAAAAAABL0/WS70jj0kCwM/s72-c/Blue%20M1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5869364640552703133</id><published>2009-12-28T01:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:24:49.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzhRhANMKtI/AAAAAAAABLo/vDtpa5CyVHU/s1600-h/angels-wings-feathery-nice-31000%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="angels-wings-feathery-nice-31000" border="0" alt="angels-wings-feathery-nice-31000" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzhRhaPBubI/AAAAAAAABLs/yVCmY5CedtM/angels-wings-feathery-nice-31000_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somewhere in the middle of a dream&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you would leave us&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; close at hand&lt;br /&gt;I sat there with you one day&lt;br /&gt;And you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;You said you would never go home&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and changed the subject&lt;br /&gt;And tried to hide my feelings&lt;br /&gt;But that was the day&lt;br /&gt;That the whirlwind began&lt;br /&gt;Started pulling at you&lt;br /&gt;Calling you to a different place&lt;br /&gt;And as it all came to a close&lt;br /&gt;It was not unexpected&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that&lt;br /&gt;I've never known a time or place&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my corner&lt;br /&gt;No matter where in the world I was&lt;br /&gt;I could always count on you&lt;br /&gt;And you loved me without condition&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the difficult times&lt;br /&gt;And it was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;valiant&lt;/span&gt; struggle&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; go&lt;br /&gt;And leave us here without you&lt;br /&gt;And if you could&lt;br /&gt;You would have stayed forever&lt;br /&gt;But with a whisper that day&lt;br /&gt;You slipped away from us&lt;br /&gt;There was no sound&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I saw you walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the door&lt;br /&gt;Into the brilliant light&lt;br /&gt;Into the loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Of the ones waiting&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;We sat there quietly&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And when the end came&lt;br /&gt;We walked away&lt;br /&gt;So in that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; found comfort&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your finally at peace&lt;br /&gt;And surrounded&lt;br /&gt;By the ones who left before you&lt;br /&gt;I can let you go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you will be a guardian&lt;br /&gt;Watching over me&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dedicated to my Grandmother Alice Irene Farquer&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( 12/28/09 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5869364640552703133?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5869364640552703133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5869364640552703133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzhRhaPBubI/AAAAAAAABLs/yVCmY5CedtM/s72-c/angels-wings-feathery-nice-31000_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-806969786904940014</id><published>2009-12-24T20:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:55:10.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Irene Farquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzQVG3bbuFI/AAAAAAAABLg/J49M_py4mWk/s1600-h/aif2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="aif2" border="0" alt="aif2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzQVHeDUGDI/AAAAAAAABLk/0_s5hLgCtAg/aif2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="236" height="519" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Irene Farquer, 93, of Wilmington, died Monday (Dec. 21, 2009) at Kettering Medical Center. She was preceded in death by her husband, Jack R. Farquer, who died Feb. 20, 1972.&lt;br /&gt;She was born Oct. 15, 1916, in Miamisburg Ohio, daughter of the late Lewis and Nora Gregory Ridinger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was a member of the American Legion Post 49 Auxiliary and Eagles Aerie 1224 Ladies Auxiliary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is survived by four children, Jack Jr. (Kay) Farquer of Clarksville, Barbara (Wayne) Mitchell of New Vienna, Vern (Pamela) Farquer of New Vienna and Michael Loy Farquer of Centerville; eight grandchildren, Schoen Champion of Wilmington, Kelly (Jeff) Gambill of Clarksville, Tim Sliney of North Carolina, Jack Sliney of Florida, Vernon Farquer Jr. of Oklahoma, Russell Farquer of Oklahoma, Tina Farquer of Enon and Lynn McKenzie of Florida; and 12 great-grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by two sons, William Lewis Champion and Laurin Champion; four daughters, Ula Mae Hunter, June Scheerer, Mona Jeanne Jones and Frankie (Champion) Barness; a sister, Ruby May Wilson; and four brothers, Robert Ridinger, Burnett Ridinger, William Ridinger and Arnold Ridinger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She leaves behind two furry friends Tom &amp;amp; Jerry Farquer of Wilmington.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-806969786904940014?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/806969786904940014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/806969786904940014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/12/alice-irene-farquer.html' title='Alice Irene Farquer'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SzQVHeDUGDI/AAAAAAAABLk/0_s5hLgCtAg/s72-c/aif2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4684503442921226162</id><published>2009-12-20T06:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:12:02.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing at the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sy4F9-HHQoI/AAAAAAAABLQ/j6uXExEvtP4/s1600-h/guardian-angel%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="guardian-angel" border="0" alt="guardian-angel" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sy4F-RmDtWI/AAAAAAAABLY/ifpKRTr_WUg/guardian-angel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" height="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing at the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of a great void&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see the other side&lt;br /&gt;Finding only darkness&lt;br /&gt;In between this place&lt;br /&gt;And the next&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said&lt;br /&gt;Alice has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Through&lt;/span&gt; the mirror&lt;br /&gt;She's walking in that place&lt;br /&gt;Between two worlds&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find her way&lt;br /&gt;Trying to let go&lt;br /&gt;And leave this world behind&lt;br /&gt;For a better place awaits&lt;br /&gt;And I know this to be true&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't make it any easier&lt;br /&gt;To stand here and watch her fade&lt;br /&gt;Knowing with each moment&lt;br /&gt;With each step forward&lt;br /&gt;Is one step farther away&lt;br /&gt;From this earthly plane&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the end of a long journey&lt;br /&gt;To what awaits her in the next&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in the wings of the Angels&lt;br /&gt;Reunited with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who have gone on before her&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who she has missed to most&lt;br /&gt;In this I find some comfort&lt;br /&gt;And it will make letting go&lt;br /&gt;A little bit easier&lt;br /&gt;For goodbye is just a temporary thing&lt;br /&gt;As we all take that journey&lt;br /&gt;When our time is at an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(December 20, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4684503442921226162?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4684503442921226162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4684503442921226162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/12/standing-at-edge.html' title='Standing at the Edge'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sy4F-RmDtWI/AAAAAAAABLY/ifpKRTr_WUg/s72-c/guardian-angel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3958321017892910592</id><published>2009-12-03T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:08:46.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom From the Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxdUFo2yaYI/AAAAAAAABLI/m_Trg231SvI/s1600-h/dragonfire%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="dragonfire" border="0" alt="dragonfire" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxdUF-ZHGvI/AAAAAAAABLM/0nLDW-hPMhY/dragonfire_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In darkness&lt;br /&gt;I hear you cry out&lt;br /&gt;I feel you reach out&lt;br /&gt;From an old familiar place&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot answer&lt;br /&gt;I've left this long ago&lt;br /&gt;And the road back&lt;br /&gt;Was long and painful&lt;br /&gt;I wish you peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;And solace&lt;br /&gt;From a distance&lt;br /&gt;And I pray for you&lt;br /&gt;To be released&lt;br /&gt;From the prison&lt;br /&gt;The dragon&lt;br /&gt;That enslaves you&lt;br /&gt;And won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;I look into the crystal&lt;br /&gt;I throw the cards&lt;br /&gt;And see faded images&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see&lt;br /&gt;Your fate and destiny&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I can do&lt;br /&gt;To change your path&lt;br /&gt;No charm&lt;br /&gt;No magick words&lt;br /&gt;No wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;So I keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity&lt;br /&gt;And my own protection&lt;br /&gt;Not from you&lt;br /&gt;As much as from myself&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been there&lt;br /&gt;Right there beside you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;So I just watch&lt;br /&gt;And play a waiting game&lt;br /&gt;Even tho I know the answer&lt;br /&gt;As you yourself do&lt;br /&gt;So I wish you peace&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you strength&lt;br /&gt;And the power to fight the demons&lt;br /&gt;Because that is all I can do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( December 3, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3958321017892910592?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3958321017892910592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3958321017892910592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-from-dragon.html' title='Freedom From the Dragon'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxdUF-ZHGvI/AAAAAAAABLM/0nLDW-hPMhY/s72-c/dragonfire_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6227964140391213829</id><published>2009-11-28T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:20:30.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Views of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaZRUAOuI/AAAAAAAABLA/9I4Y57Md7DM/s1600/PB180041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344755127565026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaZRUAOuI/AAAAAAAABLA/9I4Y57Md7DM/s200/PB180041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaZOzjBsI/AAAAAAAABK4/tu2b6gqBRIo/s1600/PB180040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344754454562498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaZOzjBsI/AAAAAAAABK4/tu2b6gqBRIo/s200/PB180040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaY1FOc8I/AAAAAAAABKw/Udro7Ou1bOg/s1600/PB180039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344747549389762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaY1FOc8I/AAAAAAAABKw/Udro7Ou1bOg/s200/PB180039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaYopN2uI/AAAAAAAABKo/Ptr-6eBeFa4/s1600/PB180048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344744210684642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaYopN2uI/AAAAAAAABKo/Ptr-6eBeFa4/s200/PB180048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaYcrLqVI/AAAAAAAABKg/4mNPul5QW6o/s1600/PB180047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409344740997704018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaYcrLqVI/AAAAAAAABKg/4mNPul5QW6o/s200/PB180047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6227964140391213829?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6227964140391213829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6227964140391213829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/11/views-of-christmas.html' title='Views of Christmas'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SxHaZRUAOuI/AAAAAAAABLA/9I4Y57Md7DM/s72-c/PB180041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7777096999611877911</id><published>2009-11-24T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:52:14.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of a Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SwypgXptoJI/AAAAAAAABKI/WxZc8eo260Y/s1600-h/mem1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="mem1" border="0" alt="mem1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Swypg6ZuPjI/AAAAAAAABKM/zVPJCVqQnXU/mem1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coming around again&lt;br /&gt;In ways I never beleived&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;We said our first goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And I thought at times&lt;br /&gt;I had lost all perspective&lt;br /&gt;Still something&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Knew it wasn't over&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk away&lt;br /&gt;We had to run&lt;br /&gt;Just to save&lt;br /&gt;What had survived intact&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;The chain was broken&lt;br /&gt;Snapped in two&lt;br /&gt;Too many ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Too many people&lt;br /&gt;Pulling from each end&lt;br /&gt;No way to escape&lt;br /&gt;No way to avoid&lt;br /&gt;No way but to run&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Not painless&lt;br /&gt;Not without blame&lt;br /&gt;Not without regrets&lt;br /&gt;And then out of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;A flicker like a candle&lt;br /&gt;Came our reflection&lt;br /&gt;And silent absolution&lt;br /&gt;And after a while&lt;br /&gt;All that stood between&lt;br /&gt;Was time an distance&lt;br /&gt;And an awareness&lt;br /&gt;Of why we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Time can be the devil&lt;br /&gt;And time can be a healer&lt;br /&gt;So here we are&lt;br /&gt;Learning the things&lt;br /&gt;We didnt take time to&lt;br /&gt;No expectations&lt;br /&gt;No looking back&lt;br /&gt;All has been forgiven&lt;br /&gt;And we're finding the good&lt;br /&gt;From pieces of a memory&lt;br /&gt;That we never could forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( November 24, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7777096999611877911?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7777096999611877911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7777096999611877911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/11/pieces-of-memory.html' title='Pieces of a Memory'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Swypg6ZuPjI/AAAAAAAABKM/zVPJCVqQnXU/s72-c/mem1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4307064012465880516</id><published>2009-11-20T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:58:06.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Warnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SwcptWNWtII/AAAAAAAABJo/8nzBESbQg3I/s1600-h/thunder_and_lightning%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="thunder_and_lightning" border="0" alt="thunder_and_lightning" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SwcptjrnkXI/AAAAAAAABJs/GL47tSxShAQ/thunder_and_lightning_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="339" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What were you thinking&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it was me&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;In twilight dream time&lt;br /&gt;It was so surreal&lt;br /&gt;So intense&lt;br /&gt;Like standing at the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Winds blowing full force&lt;br /&gt;And the endless nights&lt;br /&gt;Of a driving rain&lt;br /&gt;Thunder and lightning&lt;br /&gt;That's what it was always like&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, hating you&lt;br /&gt;Its a fine line to have to cross&lt;br /&gt;I held out as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;But the storm grew too strong&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left&lt;br /&gt;Are shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;And memories&lt;br /&gt;So I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Even if it meant&lt;br /&gt;Id have lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;So now I keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;And you come around&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;You reach out&lt;br /&gt;Tap the web&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get my attention&lt;br /&gt;And I'm transfixed&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the storm warnings&lt;br /&gt;Watching the waves&lt;br /&gt;As they flow over me&lt;br /&gt;Tempting fate&lt;br /&gt;But I'm safe here&lt;br /&gt;So you won't mind&lt;br /&gt;If I sit and watch from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( November 20, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4307064012465880516?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4307064012465880516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4307064012465880516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/11/storm-warnings.html' title='Storm Warnings'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SwcptjrnkXI/AAAAAAAABJs/GL47tSxShAQ/s72-c/thunder_and_lightning_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3877118051288378462</id><published>2009-11-12T03:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:39:43.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Ever Cross Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvvI75NAT-I/AAAAAAAABJA/Y8jsPnZS-ko/s1600-h/6214_Dusk_At_Sea_Jigsaw_Puzzle_lg%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="6214_Dusk_At_Sea_Jigsaw_Puzzle_lg" border="0" alt="6214_Dusk_At_Sea_Jigsaw_Puzzle_lg" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvvI8RrpdrI/AAAAAAAABJE/qGYfwyDlEg0/6214_Dusk_At_Sea_Jigsaw_Puzzle_lg_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever still&lt;br /&gt;Cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sinks&lt;br /&gt;Into the west&lt;br /&gt;A dusky glow&lt;br /&gt;Oh cause I do&lt;br /&gt;Think about you&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of dust&lt;br /&gt;Into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Scattered here and there&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Brings a smile&lt;br /&gt;To my face&lt;br /&gt;And now and then&lt;br /&gt;Brings tears and questions&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes still the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;Walking down this path&lt;br /&gt;They call life&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to look back&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'd see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you looking too&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out&lt;br /&gt;To try to find me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll find time&lt;br /&gt;To think about the past&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened&lt;br /&gt;To you and to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( November 12, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3877118051288378462?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3877118051288378462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3877118051288378462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html' title='If I Ever Cross Your Mind'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvvI8RrpdrI/AAAAAAAABJE/qGYfwyDlEg0/s72-c/6214_Dusk_At_Sea_Jigsaw_Puzzle_lg_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5165968885397755884</id><published>2009-11-08T02:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:33:08.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sort of Deja’Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvZzOggkbZI/AAAAAAAABI4/_K12Rv8-UbA/s1600-h/dejavu2009%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="dejavu2009" border="0" alt="dejavu2009" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvZzPDZjVcI/AAAAAAAABI8/-vPNLYjjZPo/dejavu2009_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="415" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photographs of memories&lt;br /&gt;Stashed away in time&lt;br /&gt;Carefully put away&lt;br /&gt;When you're trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;Gathering dust until&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at crazy faces&lt;br /&gt;Putting memories to old places&lt;br /&gt;We used to hang at&lt;br /&gt;All those years ago&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and laughter&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen in a long time&lt;br /&gt;Makes you warm and fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;With some sort of deja'vu&lt;br /&gt;When you think how&lt;br /&gt;All the cards played out&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes gives you a chill&lt;br /&gt;I see my self in those images&lt;br /&gt;I still see some demons&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the pain&lt;br /&gt;Behind those eyes&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown those demons&lt;br /&gt;Back where they came from&lt;br /&gt;Some of them i've tamed&lt;br /&gt;The rest hold no power&lt;br /&gt;Over either one of us&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh again&lt;br /&gt;With a freedom&lt;br /&gt;That we hadn't learned&lt;br /&gt;Way back when&lt;br /&gt;Guess things sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Just have a life of their own&lt;br /&gt;They catch you&lt;br /&gt;When you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the road&lt;br /&gt;Till you take the time&lt;br /&gt;To live in the moment&lt;br /&gt;And take those deja'vu moments&lt;br /&gt;With a grain of salt&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;And just let them be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( November 08, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5165968885397755884?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5165968885397755884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5165968885397755884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-kind-of-dejavu.html' title='Some Sort of Deja’Vu'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvZzPDZjVcI/AAAAAAAABI8/-vPNLYjjZPo/s72-c/dejavu2009_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7214361464874354780</id><published>2009-10-24T12:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:33:19.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Nobody Listens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuMwDY_SraI/AAAAAAAABIo/XKcmEvl0VPY/s1600-h/Mike%20Sol_Storm%20Of%20Sadness%20%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Mike%20Sol_Storm%20Of%20Sadness%20" border="0" alt="Mike%20Sol_Storm%20Of%20Sadness%20" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuMwDpUnWiI/AAAAAAAABIs/4kIVmBEdveE/Mike%20Sol_Storm%20Of%20Sadness%20_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Into the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Nobody hears him&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sees him&lt;br /&gt;The ghost in the fog&lt;br /&gt;Sitting under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Tears raining down&lt;br /&gt;Like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;From the sky&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nobody is&lt;/span&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;To catch his tears&lt;br /&gt;Or to quiet the fears&lt;br /&gt;That he gives into&lt;br /&gt;In to the night&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't there be&lt;br /&gt;Somebody with him&lt;br /&gt;When he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to reach out&lt;br /&gt;And quiet the demons&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;Some call it his fate&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's his destiny&lt;br /&gt;Some say, its his punishment&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thing's&lt;/span&gt; he's long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Or for things he's not yet seen&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;And if you stop and listen&lt;br /&gt;Become one with the night&lt;br /&gt;Lean into the wind&lt;br /&gt;You can hear a ghostly silence&lt;br /&gt;Tears carried on the winds&lt;br /&gt;Of a long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Existing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; out his time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(October 24, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes... I sit at my desk till the night has become the daytime... wandering the web, writing, looking back into my own reflection and now and then I become inspired to create something very introspective.  My writings always have 'a little bit of me in them' but there usually me looking at a situation, at a relationship, or a person of great influence in my life.  It is always safer to distance ones self just a bit from their point of reference, if for nothing else... to hide from your own demons... the ones that exist just for you.  So last night I was compelled to sit in front of my demons, confront them, call them by name and to let them out momentarily to do battle.  Out of the ashes of that revelation, I wrote what I believe has to be, one of the most revealing , intimate, and truthful pieces ive ever allowed myself to write.  And so my friends....  if you've ever wondered what it was like to see deep into ones soul.... without castle walls, or behind veiled illusions, read on.  It's a rare moment that I decided to share with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7214361464874354780?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7214361464874354780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7214361464874354780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-nobody-listens.html' title='When Nobody Listens'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuMwDpUnWiI/AAAAAAAABIs/4kIVmBEdveE/s72-c/Mike%20Sol_Storm%20Of%20Sadness%20_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-564595436575596605</id><published>2009-10-23T17:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:15:13.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless ( On the Edge )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuIZsBSA_ZI/AAAAAAAABIg/ok3oOVfXVWw/s1600-h/on_the_edge%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="on_the_edge" border="0" alt="on_the_edge" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuIZsv7xMEI/AAAAAAAABIk/EJ313zAFe2M/on_the_edge_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" height="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Leanin way over&lt;br /&gt;Waitin to fall&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to jump&lt;br /&gt;With you it's crazy&lt;br /&gt;I never know&lt;br /&gt;What to expect&lt;br /&gt;Or which way to run&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Your reckless soul&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up&lt;br /&gt;In the vortex&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind&lt;br /&gt;Edge of a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;I forget to think&lt;br /&gt;What always happens next&lt;br /&gt;After the hit and run&lt;br /&gt;Because thats the only constant&lt;br /&gt;In your world&lt;br /&gt;And it always leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Shattered on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Lost somewhere in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for the light&lt;br /&gt;And I have to&lt;br /&gt;Start all over&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Left by your reckless soul&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time&lt;br /&gt;Its a long way back&lt;br /&gt;One day I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop looking up&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to fight myself&lt;br /&gt;Between the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And the light&lt;br /&gt;Im not there yet&lt;br /&gt;I still look up&lt;br /&gt;But from a safe distance now&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten so much easier&lt;br /&gt;I like living in the light&lt;br /&gt;Where I need to stay&lt;br /&gt;No more chaos&lt;br /&gt;No more temptation&lt;br /&gt;No more...you&lt;br /&gt;Guess i've come out&lt;br /&gt;Of the darkness after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( October 23, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-564595436575596605?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/564595436575596605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/564595436575596605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/reckless-on-edge.html' title='Reckless ( On the Edge )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SuIZsv7xMEI/AAAAAAAABIk/EJ313zAFe2M/s72-c/on_the_edge_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1105596145413596959</id><published>2009-10-20T22:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:04:25.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/St5ztzYeMQI/AAAAAAAABIY/Ixcnnk8lLE0/s1600-h/Darkness%20Stirs%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Darkness%20Stirs" border="0" alt="Darkness%20Stirs" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/St5zuYzI2YI/AAAAAAAABIc/iWbWCeVb2N0/Darkness%20Stirs_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="495" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she says&lt;br /&gt;Soul be my sister&lt;br /&gt;As she stands alone&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;There's just a ghostly image&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;Shes deflecting glances&lt;br /&gt;Of what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;A shadow here&lt;br /&gt;And old familiar scent&lt;br /&gt;Earthy and comforting&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to reach out&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Touching souls&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...wanting...longing&lt;br /&gt;Each day passes&lt;br /&gt;Small victories&lt;br /&gt;But losing the war&lt;br /&gt;So she wonders why&lt;br /&gt;Anything else matters&lt;br /&gt;When nothing fills&lt;br /&gt;The empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;She knows hes out there&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond the veil&lt;br /&gt;Lingering on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Memory and heartache&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and frustration&lt;br /&gt;So with gentle sadness&lt;br /&gt;He says to her&lt;br /&gt;Soul be my lover&lt;br /&gt;Soul be my wife&lt;br /&gt;Timeless and ageless&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When the veil is lifted&lt;br /&gt;And the touch familiar&lt;br /&gt;Will surround her&lt;br /&gt;No longer alone&lt;br /&gt;They will walk among the stars&lt;br /&gt;And the emptyness&lt;br /&gt;Will be a distant memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( October 20, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Gwen at the gate... timeless, soul sister, our connection is ageless, and I will always love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1105596145413596959?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1105596145413596959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1105596145413596959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty Spaces'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/St5zuYzI2YI/AAAAAAAABIc/iWbWCeVb2N0/s72-c/Darkness%20Stirs_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4882839419154524279</id><published>2009-10-15T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:57:16.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Going Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/StdQUGYaLKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ey24WRZp1io/s1600-h/No_choices_by_zardo%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="No_choices_by_zardo" border="0" alt="No_choices_by_zardo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/StdQUotSUiI/AAAAAAAABHU/T-EXbc74IQE/No_choices_by_zardo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made our choices&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were&lt;br /&gt;Already made&lt;br /&gt;There was no going back&lt;br /&gt;At least not for me&lt;br /&gt;Too many off ramps&lt;br /&gt;Already in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just&lt;br /&gt;Straight down the road&lt;br /&gt;Revelations like that&lt;br /&gt;Don't come easy&lt;br /&gt;But they should have&lt;br /&gt;Come forth way before&lt;br /&gt;They were brought into the light&lt;br /&gt;I let myself move forward&lt;br /&gt;Before I checked out the facts&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was your own fear&lt;br /&gt;Well if it was your demon&lt;br /&gt;It got the best of you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there at that table&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by all your people&lt;br /&gt;And all it took was a word&lt;br /&gt;And a glance to prove&lt;br /&gt;The truth was spoken&lt;br /&gt;And for me that was it&lt;br /&gt;It was over before it began&lt;br /&gt;And now all these years&lt;br /&gt;That have followed since&lt;br /&gt;You seem to still be&lt;br /&gt;Back in that fantasy&lt;br /&gt;That you tried to create&lt;br /&gt;An all the while&lt;br /&gt;I'm a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Behind the castle walls&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating my discontent&lt;br /&gt;One breath at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( October 15th 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4882839419154524279?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4882839419154524279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4882839419154524279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-going-back.html' title='No Going Back'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/StdQUotSUiI/AAAAAAAABHU/T-EXbc74IQE/s72-c/No_choices_by_zardo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1795638219724323169</id><published>2009-10-03T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:32:48.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sse0mAyBhfI/AAAAAAAABHI/XyjvKKh15Sk/s1600-h/americanmcgeesalice%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="americanmcgeesalice" border="0" alt="americanmcgeesalice" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sse0mV1l95I/AAAAAAAABHM/gFOiknx8GN4/americanmcgeesalice_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" height="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U feel smaller and smaller&lt;br /&gt;Like Alice in the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;Caught by the Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin out the door&lt;br /&gt;Teacup in hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh... its never too late&lt;br /&gt;Silly rabbit&lt;br /&gt;To find out who you are&lt;br /&gt;And where your going&lt;br /&gt;But you have to slow down&lt;br /&gt;Or you might get lost&lt;br /&gt;In the Red Queens Castle&lt;br /&gt;Off with your head!&lt;br /&gt;Cried the Angry Queen&lt;br /&gt;And you run for your life&lt;br /&gt;While the Chessire cat&lt;br /&gt;Grins in the dark corner&lt;br /&gt;And asks you a question&lt;br /&gt;So what would you give&lt;br /&gt;To walk through a room&lt;br /&gt;And be invisible&lt;br /&gt;What would it be worth&lt;br /&gt;To be safe from peering eyes&lt;br /&gt;As they gather together&lt;br /&gt;And say they told you so&lt;br /&gt;While they sip their tea&lt;br /&gt;and give you that stilletto glance&lt;br /&gt;Cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;With a dull and jagged blade&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look up&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder&lt;br /&gt;When this dream will end&lt;br /&gt;And you will wake up&lt;br /&gt;And peer under your bed&lt;br /&gt;To make sure&lt;br /&gt;That your there all alone&lt;br /&gt;No grinning cats&lt;br /&gt;And no mad hatters&lt;br /&gt;No rabbits on the run&lt;br /&gt;Always late and in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;And the angry Queen&lt;br /&gt;Fades from your sight&lt;br /&gt;She's in her tower&lt;br /&gt;With the Jacks in a row&lt;br /&gt;Giving her full attendance&lt;br /&gt;So you sit there in silence&lt;br /&gt;So now your all alone&lt;br /&gt;This is what you asked for&lt;br /&gt;This is what you got&lt;br /&gt;The only question that remains&lt;br /&gt;Is it what you always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Or is the silence like a scream&lt;br /&gt;That haunts your soul&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(October 3, 2009)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1795638219724323169?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1795638219724323169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1795638219724323169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sse0mV1l95I/AAAAAAAABHM/gFOiknx8GN4/s72-c/americanmcgeesalice_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-5895814312851300918</id><published>2009-10-01T03:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:50:12.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SsRf4j-s2QI/AAAAAAAABHA/PRq9yMFX9ZU/s1600-h/end_of_days%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="end_of_days" border="0" alt="end_of_days" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SsRf4xM1uoI/AAAAAAAABHE/9v2U6le7ngo/end_of_days_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" height="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Earthquakes...Tsunamis....Cyclones... It has been a terrible couple of days on Planet Earth. Is it Mother Nature, or perhaps possibly Gods wrath? Could it be that is this simply a coincidence? Or is it part of a much bigger event? Is it prophecy realized? Is this the 'End of Days' ? Are our days beginning to quicken as December 21, 2012 approaches? The Galactic Center prediction, Bible codes, Nostradamus, the Oracle of Delphi, are they all part of some sort of doomsday competition. There are far too many possibilities and who knows, maybe nothing at all will happen. Personally, I am studying all of the paths and scenarios. And while I'm skeptical I have for the last few years felt the need to tie up all the connections and finish writing the book I've been working on since I was 17 years old. I have forgiven some of the people that brought chaos into my life, and taken inventory of the parts I played. There are still people and parts of myself that I haven't yet been able to reconcile with. It is a work in progress and I sometimes struggle with the ability to take that first step toward letting go of things I cannot change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It was much easier in many ways when the table was round, the walls were strong with stone, and the blades were enchanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-5895814312851300918?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5895814312851300918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/5895814312851300918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SsRf4xM1uoI/AAAAAAAABHE/9v2U6le7ngo/s72-c/end_of_days_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6442606186181605472</id><published>2009-09-26T01:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:39:40.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Shattered Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sr2nsUpREvI/AAAAAAAABG4/gZxviLp2WeQ/s1600-h/Deeper%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Deeper" border="0" alt="Deeper" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sr2nswtGrpI/AAAAAAAABG8/RB3geSwsXo4/Deeper_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anger flashes brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Explodes in the room&lt;br /&gt;Not so far away&lt;br /&gt;Words get thrown&lt;br /&gt;Daggers in the dark, I looked up&lt;br /&gt;A question on my lips&lt;br /&gt;That never was answered&lt;br /&gt;It was like walking&lt;br /&gt;On shattered glass&lt;br /&gt;Pieces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Falling down around me&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing off drawing blood&lt;br /&gt;For no good reason at all&lt;br /&gt;Except for guilt&lt;br /&gt;On somebody Else's face&lt;br /&gt;For being caught in the act&lt;br /&gt;Its always that way&lt;br /&gt;When somebody&lt;br /&gt;Steps outside the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;Because of a stupid blunder&lt;br /&gt;You cant hide from&lt;br /&gt;Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap&lt;br /&gt;And looking in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Shows your true face&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time&lt;br /&gt;Better cover all the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Or wear dark glasses&lt;br /&gt;To cover up revealing&lt;br /&gt;Your true evil self&lt;br /&gt;To the ones who&lt;br /&gt;Can see through the dark&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that had no part&lt;br /&gt;In your trauma&lt;br /&gt;Until you decided&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want to suffer alone&lt;br /&gt;That will be your undoing&lt;br /&gt;In the end..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(September 26th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6442606186181605472?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6442606186181605472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6442606186181605472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-shattered-glass.html' title='Like Shattered Glass'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sr2nswtGrpI/AAAAAAAABG8/RB3geSwsXo4/s72-c/Deeper_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2233640219810166940</id><published>2009-09-24T01:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:29:46.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tower (The Moon and Stars)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrsACZ671XI/AAAAAAAABGo/v2pAkjiO64M/s1600-h/karazhan%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="karazhan" border="0" alt="karazhan" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrsAC0JMH7I/AAAAAAAABGs/XtHnzun6jsw/karazhan_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So he said to me&lt;br /&gt;Across the great web&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody&lt;br /&gt;Special in your life&lt;br /&gt;And I said no...&lt;br /&gt;Not for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about the dance&lt;br /&gt;He said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You have to ask somebody&lt;br /&gt;To dance..&lt;br /&gt;And I made a reference&lt;br /&gt;Left the crystal hiking boot&lt;br /&gt;On the last ones door...&lt;br /&gt;Running out&lt;br /&gt;Before midnights last tolled&lt;br /&gt;And behind the castle wall I would be&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck midnight&lt;br /&gt;Well dont make the tower so high&lt;br /&gt;Where mere mortals cant reach it&lt;br /&gt;Or do you want a demigod&lt;br /&gt;Or a champion....&lt;br /&gt;I said...I'd be happy with&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who understands&lt;br /&gt;The movements of&lt;br /&gt;The Moon and the Stars&lt;br /&gt;But kept his feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;No one above me&lt;br /&gt;No one below....&lt;br /&gt;Just an equal...&lt;br /&gt;And so from my darkness&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Inspired by Ravenoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(September 24, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2233640219810166940?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2233640219810166940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2233640219810166940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/tower-moon-and-stars.html' title='The Tower (The Moon and Stars)'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrsAC0JMH7I/AAAAAAAABGs/XtHnzun6jsw/s72-c/karazhan_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7704325533428033965</id><published>2009-09-23T13:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:32:41.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Time on Planet Earth (Crossroads)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrpZbImGYzI/AAAAAAAABGg/HohoCLRS02c/s1600-h/xroads%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="xroads" border="0" alt="xroads" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrpZb8uzosI/AAAAAAAABGk/BOaMxpnGyaA/xroads_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Days go by&lt;br /&gt;Feels just like&lt;br /&gt;Another wasted hour&lt;br /&gt;Doin time on Planet Earth&lt;br /&gt;Clock ticks on and on&lt;br /&gt;Relentless as the years&lt;br /&gt;Moved on past me&lt;br /&gt;Timeless and empty&lt;br /&gt;Then look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Where you see&lt;br /&gt;The lines don't lie&lt;br /&gt;The gray reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of too many crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Too many tears&lt;br /&gt;And another nightfall&lt;br /&gt;On another empty path&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where the next one goes&lt;br /&gt;Where it will take me&lt;br /&gt;Or will I be forever&lt;br /&gt;Stranded on the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;So as tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;And it will come&lt;br /&gt;As it always does ...I wait&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for torment&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for destiny&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes for fate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( September 23, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7704325533428033965?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7704325533428033965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7704325533428033965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/stranded-at-crossroads.html' title='Doing Time on Planet Earth (Crossroads)'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrpZb8uzosI/AAAAAAAABGk/BOaMxpnGyaA/s72-c/xroads_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7466877366026223988</id><published>2009-09-20T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:37:38.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking the Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sra46YIJ0NI/AAAAAAAABGY/2VUE4B4JGTo/s1600-h/Robot%20Spider%20Web%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Robot%20Spider%20Web" border="0" alt="Robot%20Spider%20Web" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sra463FCRhI/AAAAAAAABGc/0AZNGcVjAQ0/Robot%20Spider%20Web_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you ever notice&lt;br /&gt;When Chaos finds you&lt;br /&gt;As it always does&lt;br /&gt;We seem to reconnect&lt;br /&gt;Not one on one&lt;br /&gt;Just across the web&lt;br /&gt;Like a spider knows&lt;br /&gt;When something is&lt;br /&gt;Shaking the web&lt;br /&gt;In dreams it awakens me&lt;br /&gt;Here we go&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;Well from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I always get that feeling&lt;br /&gt;That something else&lt;br /&gt;Like karma or fate&lt;br /&gt;Has found you once more&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That looking in&lt;br /&gt;Rather than being caught up&lt;br /&gt;In another of your hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;Like so many times before&lt;br /&gt;Keeps my sea calm and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;You keep testing fate&lt;br /&gt;Far too often&lt;br /&gt;It will catch up with you&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;Waking the Spider&lt;br /&gt;Pulling free from the web&lt;br /&gt;Will get you tangled up&lt;br /&gt;And become your undoing.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that&lt;br /&gt;Im nowhere to know your fate&lt;br /&gt;And that youll just fade&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness from where you came...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(September 20, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7466877366026223988?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7466877366026223988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7466877366026223988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/waking-spider.html' title='Waking the Spider'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sra463FCRhI/AAAAAAAABGc/0AZNGcVjAQ0/s72-c/Robot%20Spider%20Web_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2696832657995060443</id><published>2009-09-16T02:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:06:07.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Astrological Info : Ash Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrB-9W6POoI/AAAAAAAABFc/R0JgejxRnrE/s1600-h/leaf%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="leaf" border="0" alt="leaf" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrB-9kMjwdI/AAAAAAAABFg/uqsySMcObr4/leaf_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;February 18 - March 17 Those born under the Celtic tree astrology sign of the Ash are free thinkers. Imaginative, intuitive, and naturally art...istic, you see the world in water-color purity. You have a tendency to moody and withdrawn at times, but that’s only because your inner landscape is in constant motion. You are in touch with your muse, and you are easily inspired by nature. Likewise, you inspire all that you associate with and people seek you out for your enchanting personality. Art, writing (especially poetry), science, and theology (spiritual matters) are areas that strongly interest you. Others may think you are reclusive, but in all honesty, you are simply immersed in your own world of fantastic vision and design. You are in a constant state of self-renewal and you rarely place a value on what others think about you. Ash signs partner well with Willow and Reed signs. Sign: Ash Tree (Nion) Symbol: The Trident or Sea-Horse Ruling Planet: Neptune - Lir Celtic Gods: Lir, Mannan. Sent at 1:49 AM on Wednesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2696832657995060443?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2696832657995060443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2696832657995060443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/celtic-astrological-info-ash-tree.html' title='Celtic Astrological Info : Ash Tree'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SrB-9kMjwdI/AAAAAAAABFg/uqsySMcObr4/s72-c/leaf_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4568065321686494241</id><published>2009-09-04T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:05:09.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a Frogs Ass Watertight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SqCR88lAYMI/AAAAAAAABEU/sIBHAB_x5xQ/s1600-h/froggy%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="froggy" border="0" alt="froggy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SqCR9CYMNuI/AAAAAAAABEY/frmvQmsnfgM/froggy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Today I did something that I never imagined that I would do.&amp;#160; It wasn't an earth shattering event, but it was definitely a first.&amp;#160; Its difficult to have 'first time events' when your 47 years old, and sometimes even harder to recall when the last time you ever had one.&amp;#160; My oldest and probably first best friend Marc called while he was in town.&amp;#160; He still lives in the town we grew up in, a small village of about 250 people.&amp;#160; We don't see each other often, but he is one of those friends that you can see five days ago or five years, and its never difficult to just catch up like it was yesterday.&amp;#160; That is a rare quality in friends, especially these days.&amp;#160; So, I got a text message he was going to be in town, and I arranged for him to call me after his appointment so I could give him directions.&amp;#160; In one of the text messages, he asked me if there were any pet stores near me, and he informed me that he was in the market for a 'small brown frog'.&amp;#160; Not your usual request.&amp;#160; So, curiosity got the best of me and I asked him, the obvious question.&amp;#160; Why do you want a 'small brown frog'?&amp;#160; His reply, was somewhat vague, ' to keep my other small brown frog company'.&amp;#160; He then preceded to tell me that everybody in his household has their own frog.&amp;#160; Numerous people, numerous frogs.&amp;#160; I told him, had he requested this a week earlier, that I could have scooped up not one but two small brown frogs after a rainstorm at another buddies house... and they would have been free.&amp;#160; He then explained to me, that this was no garden variety frog, but a itty bitty dwarf African frog...&amp;#160; and it lived under water.&amp;#160; I was always under the impression, that Africa was hot, dry, desert like and the last place one would ever find a tiny underwater frog.&amp;#160; Who knew?&amp;#160; After several text messages, I was informed that, 'small brown frog #1' was missing.&amp;#160; This, would have been a 'hop and seek' mission, except that, this was an underwater frog, who now was most likely dried up and turning to dust.&amp;#160; Apparently the goldfish that lived in the tank with the frog had ganged up on it, and it escaped the water for an even darker fate.&amp;#160; I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or write a eulogy.&amp;#160; I texted back, see you in an hour, and I prepared myself for an afternoon of 'small brown frog' shopping.&amp;#160; Marc arrived, we chatted, I showed him the ducks in the back yard, and I explained that one never has to look for a duck under a recliner, my pet of choice for the moment.&amp;#160; We then went to the pet store, where low and behold, they sold said amphibians.&amp;#160; We examined the frog selection and discovered that, there were two sizes of 'small brown frog'.&amp;#160; I want you to think, frog... size of a thumbnail.&amp;#160; Not a thumb, a thumbnail.&amp;#160; The frog was five bucks.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He decided to get one 'small brown frog' and one 'larger brown frog', which was identical except that it was the size of half your thumb, and six bucks.&amp;#160; He also bought a see through fish that the store clerk guaranteed was 'small brown frog' friendly.&amp;#160; I was amazed, I had no idea that there were frog psychologist.&amp;#160; The purchases were bagged, and off we went into the hot afternoon, I would be home in five minutes, the frogs, fish and Marc, would take an hour.&amp;#160; I feared for the frogs life already.&amp;#160; Thank goodness for working air conditioning.&amp;#160; I bit farewell and good journey to my friend and his three tiny passengers, and told him to let me know how the trip home went.&amp;#160; Now, as for the title of this odd adventure.&amp;#160; One of my favorite sayings when somebody asks me an idiotic question, that they should know the answer to anyway, my response has always been&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Is a frogs ass watertight&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; Oddly enough, that is the one thing I failed to ask the frog psychologist, so I'm really not sure one way or another.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Oh yeah, Marc, the frogs and the fish all made it to their destination intact.&amp;#160; The frogs were happy and the fish was non combative.&amp;#160; I think I will call Marc tomorrow and ask him 'What do you call a Chinese frog that can carry a tune'&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The answer, 'Hop Sing'...&amp;#160; I think he should name one of the frogs that, but I will leave it up to him, which one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4568065321686494241?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4568065321686494241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4568065321686494241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-frogs-ass-watertight.html' title='Is a Frogs Ass Watertight?'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SqCR9CYMNuI/AAAAAAAABEY/frmvQmsnfgM/s72-c/froggy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3358727219683384655</id><published>2009-08-26T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:30:01.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator Edward Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpVUzMNqHII/AAAAAAAABEM/sxyDwSEHkQs/s1600-h/dragon_flight_upd%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="dragon_flight_upd" border="0" alt="dragon_flight_upd" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpVUzsw8VvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/um3BOU7W15M/dragon_flight_upd_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="233" height="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another link in the great chain.... lost.&lt;br /&gt;One more Kennedy ...&lt;br /&gt;A very powerhouse of a man..&lt;br /&gt;He will be missed&lt;br /&gt;And his ideas...legend&lt;br /&gt;A pause... as a dragon becomes a memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3358727219683384655?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3358727219683384655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3358727219683384655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/senator-edward-kennedy.html' title='Senator Edward Kennedy'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpVUzsw8VvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/um3BOU7W15M/s72-c/dragon_flight_upd_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6185085978462034840</id><published>2009-08-23T04:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:18:48.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the Waterline</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpD6NAPRSOI/AAAAAAAABDk/5CchKUgY0mc/s1600-h/Drowning2%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Drowning2" border="0" alt="Drowning2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpD6Nv9fhyI/AAAAAAAABDo/eiPc7hpqu8Q/Drowning2_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="344" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;We spend together&lt;br /&gt;Brings up&lt;br /&gt;So many memories&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get&lt;br /&gt;All mixed up inside&lt;br /&gt;Making sure today&lt;br /&gt;Is still today&lt;br /&gt;And not yesterday&lt;br /&gt;In some sort of disguise&lt;br /&gt;I keep my head&lt;br /&gt;Above the waterline&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know&lt;br /&gt;How easily I could drown&lt;br /&gt;Going under...&lt;br /&gt;Would be so easy&lt;br /&gt;So I take a step backward&lt;br /&gt;Retreat to a safe place&lt;br /&gt;And just watch&lt;br /&gt;From a distance&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to the resistance...&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath of air and go back under&lt;br /&gt;Replay the past in my head&lt;br /&gt;Even if it seems&lt;br /&gt;So much more a shadow&lt;br /&gt;Than a reality&lt;br /&gt;There are times&lt;br /&gt;I want to just lay back&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let it all flood back&lt;br /&gt;See how long&lt;br /&gt;I can hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Till I just let go&lt;br /&gt;Above the waterline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(© Copyright August 23, 2009  Ninth Wave Inc )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6185085978462034840?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6185085978462034840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6185085978462034840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/above-waterline.html' title='Above the Waterline'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SpD6Nv9fhyI/AAAAAAAABDo/eiPc7hpqu8Q/s72-c/Drowning2_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8966309173317119706</id><published>2009-08-08T13:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:17:31.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn27MXDi3HI/AAAAAAAABDc/cm4zI8di3DY/s1600-h/green_dragons%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="green_dragons" border="0" alt="green_dragons" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn27M0S-MlI/AAAAAAAABDg/p7TqjQp1GlM/green_dragons_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So the rain fell softly&lt;br /&gt;Like a million times before&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;As we lay in the chamber&lt;br /&gt;Roaring fire kept us in comfort&lt;br /&gt;But the warmth I felt&lt;br /&gt;Was from your soul as the damp mist would rise&lt;br /&gt;Creeping from the moors&lt;br /&gt;At the foot of the stone steps&lt;br /&gt;Lying in wait for their purpose&lt;br /&gt;The scent of spices wake us&lt;br /&gt;Wine and merriment flowed&lt;br /&gt;Yet victory did not touch you this day&lt;br /&gt;I saw you gaze out the window&lt;br /&gt;In silent longing..for what everyone knew&lt;br /&gt;I could not give you&lt;br /&gt;The dragon lay silent in you this day&lt;br /&gt;You simply drifted away&lt;br /&gt;And I could do nothing&lt;br /&gt;As the fog surrounded you&lt;br /&gt;And took you prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Many times I reached out&lt;br /&gt;But you were truly lost&lt;br /&gt;And my heart shattered&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing my place&lt;br /&gt;My purpose&lt;br /&gt;My crime&lt;br /&gt;I showed no fear to the others&lt;br /&gt;And silently wept for you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Praying to awaken you&lt;br /&gt;From this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;To see you had returned to me&lt;br /&gt;But...no more&lt;br /&gt;Would you return&lt;br /&gt;No more would you warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;Or be there to stifle the rage&lt;br /&gt;That burns beneath my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nor fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;And the days grew longer&lt;br /&gt;Warmth returned to the land&lt;br /&gt;Still no warmth touched you&lt;br /&gt;Sad sight...of blue eyes gone grey&lt;br /&gt;Your chamber remained silent&lt;br /&gt;Till one day the silence&lt;br /&gt;Became a scream&lt;br /&gt;That I could no longer ignore&lt;br /&gt;Silence can be like thunder&lt;br /&gt;And the only the creaking&lt;br /&gt;Of the great oaken door&lt;br /&gt;Broke the still of the night&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the chamber&lt;br /&gt;Once filled with love and laughter&lt;br /&gt;And found you in eternal sleep&lt;br /&gt;It was as if my heart stopped beating&lt;br /&gt;Never again to pulse for another&lt;br /&gt;Even the dragons screamed in mourning&lt;br /&gt;Deafening the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the night&lt;br /&gt;As if they had lost one of their own&lt;br /&gt;In battle...crashing to earth&lt;br /&gt;They circled overhead for days&lt;br /&gt;Watching and waiting&lt;br /&gt;Dragons tears falling like rain&lt;br /&gt;As they gently lifted you to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And carried you away&lt;br /&gt;Into the mist of Avalon&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only the memory for me&lt;br /&gt;The legacy&lt;br /&gt;And the legend&lt;br /&gt;As it began to fade&lt;br /&gt;Into myth and into time&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone in the great hall now&lt;br /&gt;Missing you with each step&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting my journey home&lt;br /&gt;Listening for your voice&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows&lt;br /&gt;When the dragons will again cry out&lt;br /&gt;In celebration&lt;br /&gt;Heralding your return&lt;br /&gt;When we will once more embrace&lt;br /&gt;And be as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt; Copyright 1994 Ninth Wave Inc&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8966309173317119706?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8966309173317119706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8966309173317119706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/legacy.html' title='Legacy'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn27M0S-MlI/AAAAAAAABDg/p7TqjQp1GlM/s72-c/green_dragons_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6035032542529718853</id><published>2009-08-08T04:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:31:04.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn01zqLFvEI/AAAAAAAABDU/KMR-nDddASk/s1600-h/CityLights%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="CityLights" border="0" alt="CityLights" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn010K2LjnI/AAAAAAAABDY/NmH362K1p3Q/CityLights_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;City lights glowing&lt;br /&gt;People shuffle about&lt;br /&gt;The stars overhead&lt;br /&gt;Clouded by the Fog&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the reflection&lt;br /&gt;I watch the souless&lt;br /&gt;Wandering empty streets&lt;br /&gt;Passing one another&lt;br /&gt;Nobody talking&lt;br /&gt;In a staggered silence&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where they need to go&lt;br /&gt;Where they want to be&lt;br /&gt;From where this night&lt;br /&gt;Their empty stares&lt;br /&gt;A journey begun in silence&lt;br /&gt;Retrace their steps&lt;br /&gt;To a point of no return&lt;br /&gt;So many miles gone by&lt;br /&gt;This endless path&lt;br /&gt;We walk alone tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Copyright August 8, 2009 Ninth Wave Inc )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6035032542529718853?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6035032542529718853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6035032542529718853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sn010K2LjnI/AAAAAAAABDY/NmH362K1p3Q/s72-c/CityLights_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-655052586892495082</id><published>2009-08-07T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:27:08.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Enough ( Sands of Time )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnzFj-x9wyI/AAAAAAAABDM/X2nez58JKBU/s1600-h/sands-of-time%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="sands-of-time" border="0" alt="sands-of-time" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnzFkLYLKFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ibal8jN7eqA/sands-of-time_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rain is coming&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the dust&lt;br /&gt;That time has given us&lt;br /&gt;To fade away the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I wise enough&lt;br /&gt;To just stand back&lt;br /&gt;And let it all wash away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rains won't come&lt;br /&gt;I'll see the storm clouds&lt;br /&gt;Pass by us like always&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll be wrong this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we survive the winds&lt;br /&gt;As they swirl around us&lt;br /&gt;Will the walls hold&lt;br /&gt;Just a little while longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I wise enough&lt;br /&gt;Will I watch from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Or will I run into the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashes in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Means danger to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;Where to run anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will run to you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will run away&lt;br /&gt;If I only knew&lt;br /&gt;How strong the walls were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you held out your hand&lt;br /&gt;And turned away the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Would I find the strenght&lt;br /&gt;To let the light shine down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I wise enough&lt;br /&gt;Will your eyes be a beacon&lt;br /&gt;To lead me to the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;The face of time&lt;br /&gt;The sands of destiny&lt;br /&gt;A tempest in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let the rains come&lt;br /&gt;Let the waters wash away&lt;br /&gt;All the ties that bind your love&lt;br /&gt;One strand at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong enough ( I am )&lt;br /&gt;Am I wise enough ( I have to be )&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know&lt;br /&gt;So let the rains come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the sands of time..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( Copyright August  7, 2009 Ninth Wave Inc )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-655052586892495082?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/655052586892495082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/655052586892495082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/strong-enough-sands-of-time.html' title='Strong Enough ( Sands of Time )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnzFkLYLKFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ibal8jN7eqA/s72-c/sands-of-time_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1438706551351633566</id><published>2009-08-03T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:05:51.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Divided</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnZ1kN7CsCI/AAAAAAAABDE/fvGYI6bADGM/s1600-h/1145992-5-ancient-sadness%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="1145992-5-ancient-sadness" border="0" alt="1145992-5-ancient-sadness" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnZ1kjRr3JI/AAAAAAAABDI/B-bb8MI6EWg/1145992-5-ancient-sadness_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" height="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Every day the same old story&lt;br /&gt;Walking in quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Just pulls you in deeper&lt;br /&gt;No traction there&lt;br /&gt;Just sinking&lt;br /&gt;There is no going back&lt;br /&gt;Every movement&lt;br /&gt;You just sink deeper&lt;br /&gt;But there's no safty&lt;br /&gt;In remaining still&lt;br /&gt;And no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;If you try to make&lt;br /&gt;A leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;That there will be&lt;br /&gt;Anybody to catch you&lt;br /&gt;When you fall again&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;Even in silence&lt;br /&gt;I know your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel what they say&lt;br /&gt;I hear what they dont&lt;br /&gt;And even from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the fear&lt;br /&gt;As it grips you tighter&lt;br /&gt;So where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Iv'e asked that question&lt;br /&gt;A million timesAnd all the answers&lt;br /&gt;Just make for more questions&lt;br /&gt;That nobody wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;And that Nobody wants to listen to&lt;br /&gt;Day by Day as they stand in a circle&lt;br /&gt;Watching the quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Take you farther away each day&lt;br /&gt;While your stare back in silence&lt;br /&gt;Screaming for salvation&lt;br /&gt;From God and Man alike...&lt;br /&gt;And everybody pauses...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at one another...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some sign...&lt;br /&gt;From the Heavens...&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;On how to be more human&lt;br /&gt;Like they all used to be&lt;br /&gt;And how to save&lt;br /&gt;A bright , tiny flash of light&lt;br /&gt;Before the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Swallows it up&lt;br /&gt;And it comes back changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No one walks away]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( August 3, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1438706551351633566?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1438706551351633566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1438706551351633566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/08/path-divided.html' title='The Path Divided'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnZ1kjRr3JI/AAAAAAAABDI/B-bb8MI6EWg/s72-c/1145992-5-ancient-sadness_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7258890549637002255</id><published>2009-07-31T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:46:56.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merlin Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnO1-Yy3NiI/AAAAAAAABC8/toag9CmG3MQ/s1600-h/merlins%20tree%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="merlins tree" border="0" alt="merlins tree" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnO1-4SkD3I/AAAAAAAABDA/7f2BK3fj0pM/merlins%20tree_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" height="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight ... the still of the night&lt;br /&gt;It is deafening&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel grounded&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I feel the freedom&lt;br /&gt;Of soaring in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;On gathered wings&lt;br /&gt;Under a moon yet to be full&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be...fullfilled&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel drained&lt;br /&gt;Of all your creative energy&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it's all you have&lt;br /&gt;So just how many trees&lt;br /&gt;Did Merlin simply sleep within&lt;br /&gt;Cast under a spell of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Before the Winter came&lt;br /&gt;How many times did we walk&lt;br /&gt;Round and round the lakes of Avalon&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide the fate of Excalibur&lt;br /&gt;Watching a ghostly hand rise&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mists of silence&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the still water&lt;br /&gt;Only to walk away in shame&lt;br /&gt;Long walks in the gardens&lt;br /&gt;When the roses were in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Yet, no one dare pick any of splendor&lt;br /&gt;None to grace the tables&lt;br /&gt;None to grace the bedchamber&lt;br /&gt;Only to wither and die without purpose&lt;br /&gt;For you had decided.. all would be gray&lt;br /&gt;Untill the shadows left the tower at Spring&lt;br /&gt;And on that final walk&lt;br /&gt;Where we made our choices&lt;br /&gt;Did our eyes meet in misery&lt;br /&gt;For one last longing moment&lt;br /&gt;And no Summer came... no Fall&lt;br /&gt;Only Winters cold embrace&lt;br /&gt;And who to blame they cried out&lt;br /&gt;And there was no answer&lt;br /&gt;No echos down Castle halls&lt;br /&gt;Only ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Just a cold...emptyness&lt;br /&gt;Is all that remained&lt;br /&gt;And in the end&lt;br /&gt;All faded from memory&lt;br /&gt;As if it had never been what it was&lt;br /&gt;In all its Glory...&lt;br /&gt;It slipped through the boundrys of time&lt;br /&gt;And was heard from no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( July 31, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7258890549637002255?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7258890549637002255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7258890549637002255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/merlin-sleeps.html' title='Merlin Sleeps'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnO1-4SkD3I/AAAAAAAABDA/7f2BK3fj0pM/s72-c/merlins%20tree_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1635519933658458731</id><published>2009-07-31T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:50:03.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then again….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnMC-A_AgnI/AAAAAAAABB0/U6rA-SptqmQ/s1600-h/uninspired%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="uninspired" border="0" alt="uninspired" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnMC-a4bgZI/AAAAAAAABB4/f0Nl6MprTKE/uninspired_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight I am not inspired&lt;br /&gt;No great tragedys unfolded&lt;br /&gt;The Earth hasn't shaken&lt;br /&gt;Nor the skys gone dark&lt;br /&gt;The water is behaving&lt;br /&gt;And all is quiet&lt;br /&gt;But in an instant&lt;br /&gt;All that may change&lt;br /&gt;So we cherish these moments&lt;br /&gt;That are few and far between.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1635519933658458731?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1635519933658458731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1635519933658458731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-again.html' title='And then again….'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SnMC-a4bgZI/AAAAAAAABB4/f0Nl6MprTKE/s72-c/uninspired_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7760333282095153725</id><published>2009-07-24T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:40:29.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Of Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Smo1OlEFkfI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MQnhiO_rLi0/s1600-h/S1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="S1" border="0" alt="S1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Smo1O_ZfemI/AAAAAAAAA-s/V8CcU2lHQ2A/S1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="293" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I see shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of things that used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Fading into yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I know I cant fix things&lt;br /&gt;Or take away this pain&lt;br /&gt;It's out of my hands here&lt;br /&gt;But if I could&lt;br /&gt;Short of Heaven and Earth&lt;br /&gt;Moon and Sky&lt;br /&gt;I'd give my soul&lt;br /&gt;To turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Oh why did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Where I cant touch you&lt;br /&gt;Where I cant feel you&lt;br /&gt;In fading light&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows dwell&lt;br /&gt;Whats left of this moment&lt;br /&gt;It passes silently&lt;br /&gt;So many moments gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I look back&lt;br /&gt;At all the time&lt;br /&gt;That I let slip away&lt;br /&gt;Foolish quests and empty searches&lt;br /&gt;When all I even needed&lt;br /&gt;Was there all the time&lt;br /&gt;An empty lesson&lt;br /&gt;A long time coming&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Reflections can be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;I wish sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I could close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;Before the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Come back to take away&lt;br /&gt;Whats left of my memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( July 24, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7760333282095153725?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7760333282095153725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7760333282095153725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-of-shadows.html' title='Fall Of Shadows'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Smo1O_ZfemI/AAAAAAAAA-s/V8CcU2lHQ2A/s72-c/S1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3000534805012690741</id><published>2009-07-17T17:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:37:52.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories In Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmaW0Hu5WoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WXw100GWv2M/s1600-h/TonyWalkingthePoolsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361138228604263042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmaW0Hu5WoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WXw100GWv2M/s200/TonyWalkingthePoolsa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmDvu_qLfVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nq4835eHQy0/s1600-h/fog1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; HEIGHT: 318px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="fog1" border="0" alt="fog1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmDvvFEDhuI/AAAAAAAAA-M/E9z3JLmqZZA/fog1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me look inside&lt;br /&gt;See my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts of what were&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing in the fog&lt;br /&gt;Memories in Shadows&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I truly do&lt;br /&gt;It just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Brings up things&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to deal with&lt;br /&gt;Like saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And letting you go&lt;br /&gt;Like walking alone&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;And not feeling your presence&lt;br /&gt;Or that familiar scent&lt;br /&gt;That lingered through the night&lt;br /&gt;Or simply hearing you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Or your heartbeat next to mine&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Angry that I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;And a deep sadness&lt;br /&gt;Like an endless well&lt;br /&gt;And powerless&lt;br /&gt;To do anything but scream&lt;br /&gt;All these changes came so fast&lt;br /&gt;Once again a solitary path&lt;br /&gt;This time...to find myself&lt;br /&gt;And to let you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( July 17th ,2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief, shock, sadness...still linger in my heart... I can't be in two places at once, and I so would like to be there for you and hold your hand. But I promise...when things calm down and you and I have time ... We will sit and look back and laugh and cry, and learn to look forward... This poem is like a parallel for you and I.... this I will explain later... And I know you understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3000534805012690741?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3000534805012690741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3000534805012690741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-in-shadows.html' title='Memories In Shadows'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmaW0Hu5WoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WXw100GWv2M/s72-c/TonyWalkingthePoolsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4187409676619607960</id><published>2009-07-13T01:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:37:24.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmNQHbSLhxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AMVAovIbKrc/s1600-h/TonyDec132008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216070014338834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmNQHbSLhxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AMVAovIbKrc/s200/TonyDec132008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Anthony "Tony" Godfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SlrA5P0bb6I/AAAAAAAAA-A/AyVjlzgRVP4/s1600-h/tonyfog%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="tonyfog" border="0" alt="tonyfog" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SlrA5p97IAI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bnJsFpA4YzQ/tonyfog_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Blow softly now&lt;br /&gt;The waves of the lake&lt;br /&gt;Calm..where a storm rages&lt;br /&gt;The night sky&lt;br /&gt;Ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;Has lost a star&lt;br /&gt;Burned out&lt;br /&gt;Flashed across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;We look up&lt;br /&gt;See a bit more darkness&lt;br /&gt;Where a point of light&lt;br /&gt;Was always there&lt;br /&gt;To guide us&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;Camelot is far away&lt;br /&gt;The faint cry of dragons&lt;br /&gt;Are all but a whisper&lt;br /&gt;And hold no comfort&lt;br /&gt;A lone candle burns&lt;br /&gt;In the window of the tower&lt;br /&gt;A beacon for the soul&lt;br /&gt;Searching his way&lt;br /&gt;Thru the mist covered forest&lt;br /&gt;And from the garden&lt;br /&gt;He walks alone&lt;br /&gt;From a distance we see him go&lt;br /&gt;Quietly turning one last time&lt;br /&gt;To say a silent goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment&lt;br /&gt;The fog takes him&lt;br /&gt;And the candle flame&lt;br /&gt;Burns no more&lt;br /&gt;He has gone ... home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Written For Tony ...July 12, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen.... I cannot wrap my head around the news you gave me tonite about Tony. I am so very sorry, and I feel so bad for you, You know I love you and I always have, and you know how I felt about him.... he was part of our gang on the island of misfit toys... so, as writers and poets do... I picked up a pen after we spoke on the fone... after I regained my composure.... and wrote this. I so want to be there for you now... but I will be there as always in spirit, just reach out... and I will feel you calling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love.. Michael.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4187409676619607960?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4187409676619607960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4187409676619607960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-goodbye_13.html' title='A Silent Goodbye'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SmNQHbSLhxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AMVAovIbKrc/s72-c/TonyDec132008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6028666909131506744</id><published>2009-06-20T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:02:32.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj2lQr26U8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/9uShZmU_5EM/s1600-h/EndFriendship_Full%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="EndFriendship_Full" border="0" alt="EndFriendship_Full" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj2lRGK4LpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/RMfHvMorlLg/EndFriendship_Full_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" height="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing in that doorway&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face&lt;br /&gt;Much like the pain&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;And that memory&lt;br /&gt;Lingers like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Always out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Just beyond my ability&lt;br /&gt;To banish it forever&lt;br /&gt;I have cried&lt;br /&gt;A million tears&lt;br /&gt;Paced the halls&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget you&lt;br /&gt;And trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yet each time&lt;br /&gt;I pass that doorway&lt;br /&gt;Down that hallway&lt;br /&gt;I hear echos...see ghosts&lt;br /&gt;And the sad sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted this&lt;br /&gt;I never intended&lt;br /&gt;To push you to the edge&lt;br /&gt;But like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Out of control&lt;br /&gt;Spinning too fast&lt;br /&gt;And so the door&lt;br /&gt;Began to close&lt;br /&gt;I took one last look&lt;br /&gt;One fleeting glance&lt;br /&gt;At all I had known&lt;br /&gt;And all I had given up&lt;br /&gt;Knowing...&lt;br /&gt;It would never come again&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly two years&lt;br /&gt;And not a day goes by&lt;br /&gt;That I dint think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;And you think of me&lt;br /&gt;And in that instant&lt;br /&gt;I can feel our souls touch&lt;br /&gt;Still I pass the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Where someone else&lt;br /&gt;Lives behind the walls&lt;br /&gt;Memories of darkness&lt;br /&gt;And rage&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Winds of change&lt;br /&gt;And the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swallows up&lt;br /&gt;The memories&lt;br /&gt;One great wave at a time&lt;br /&gt;Crashing against my soul&lt;br /&gt;Battering the cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;Trying to breach&lt;br /&gt;The castle walls&lt;br /&gt;So I retreat higher&lt;br /&gt;More out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to let go&lt;br /&gt;Of a memory&lt;br /&gt;Of a life&lt;br /&gt;Of a man&lt;br /&gt;That I loved so deeply&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;And how&lt;br /&gt;They could see right through me&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Lingering behind&lt;br /&gt;That closed door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(December 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6028666909131506744?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6028666909131506744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6028666909131506744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-last-goodbye.html' title='Our Last Goodbye'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj2lRGK4LpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/RMfHvMorlLg/s72-c/EndFriendship_Full_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7854898220619031375</id><published>2009-06-20T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:59:26.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of Passage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1o-qw0OaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/vzVpEG3akZs/s1600-h/dunstanburgh%20castle%20tower%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="dunstanburgh%20castle%20tower" border="0" alt="dunstanburgh%20castle%20tower" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1o_Zm-QrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/LW4AhATJCsQ/dunstanburgh%20castle%20tower_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The candle dimmed&lt;br /&gt;High atop the tower&lt;br /&gt;In an allready&lt;br /&gt;Darkened room&lt;br /&gt;Far behind the safety&lt;br /&gt;Of these castle walls&lt;br /&gt;Only an ember remains&lt;br /&gt;Glowing in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As I simply closed the door&lt;br /&gt;And you walked away&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps unaware&lt;br /&gt;Of what you walked out on&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there&lt;br /&gt;Frozen&lt;br /&gt;Trembling with frustration&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself&lt;br /&gt;Once more saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So I did not look up As the door closed&lt;br /&gt;I just retreated&lt;br /&gt;Back to my sacred space&lt;br /&gt;My prison&lt;br /&gt;Where I alone rule&lt;br /&gt;And I looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;As I passed it on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The mirror shows&lt;br /&gt;Lines on my face&lt;br /&gt;Grey in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Signs of passage&lt;br /&gt;I looked for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;Found my composure&lt;br /&gt;And went back to my solitude&lt;br /&gt;Where I dwell&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Even in a room full of people&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is never easy&lt;br /&gt;At best a slow death&lt;br /&gt;Silence is deafening&lt;br /&gt;And no words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no words&lt;br /&gt;Say the most of all&lt;br /&gt;Just more passages&lt;br /&gt;And the flame of the candle&lt;br /&gt;Went dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(June 10 2004 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7854898220619031375?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7854898220619031375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7854898220619031375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/signs-of-passage.html' title='Signs of Passage'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1o_Zm-QrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/LW4AhATJCsQ/s72-c/dunstanburgh%20castle%20tower_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4402477622767108845</id><published>2009-06-20T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:16:22.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition ( Crossroads )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1fdOWXa5I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/lVZICVdDtx8/s1600-h/cao%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="cao" border="0" alt="cao" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1fdyYR4xI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-V_vwfq9zu0/cao_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Id never met&lt;br /&gt;Anyone quite like you&lt;br /&gt;I knew it right away&lt;br /&gt;Our paths were crossed&lt;br /&gt;Written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Recognition&lt;br /&gt;Standin at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;When the magick&lt;br /&gt;Takes over&lt;br /&gt;Makes your heart pound&lt;br /&gt;And you' swept away&lt;br /&gt;Powerless&lt;br /&gt;It's some kind of&lt;br /&gt;Synchronicity&lt;br /&gt;That takes you by suprise&lt;br /&gt;So we sat there&lt;br /&gt;In my car&lt;br /&gt;Talking ...&lt;br /&gt;Connecting...&lt;br /&gt;Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Stay or run away&lt;br /&gt;Falling...&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;And I was&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;by the light&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;That it hid the shadows&lt;br /&gt;When the magick takes over&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin&lt;br /&gt;Makes your heart pound&lt;br /&gt;Swept away&lt;br /&gt;Righ there in that car&lt;br /&gt;Like a moth to the flame&lt;br /&gt;I was consumed&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous flickering&lt;br /&gt;Destined to burn bright&lt;br /&gt;Destined to burn fast&lt;br /&gt;Till the flame burns out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;But I was blinded by the light&lt;br /&gt;And I saw only you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(November 4, 2004 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4402477622767108845?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4402477622767108845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4402477622767108845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/recognition-crossroads.html' title='Recognition ( Crossroads )'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1fdyYR4xI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-V_vwfq9zu0/s72-c/cao_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4547620569935893184</id><published>2009-06-20T17:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:49:54.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1WZGDYKGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qper4Na34gE/s1600-h/enchantedwood%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="enchantedwood" border="0" alt="enchantedwood" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1WZxHGMrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/NEV3xIj8Mic/enchantedwood_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="409" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Circle of pine   &lt;br /&gt;Calming and quiet    &lt;br /&gt;All but the music    &lt;br /&gt;In it's native beat    &lt;br /&gt;There is sadness    &lt;br /&gt;In the air here    &lt;br /&gt;But a good sadness    &lt;br /&gt;Something you just     &lt;br /&gt;Cant explain    &lt;br /&gt;You just let it be    &lt;br /&gt;Unspoken things    &lt;br /&gt;Have a power    &lt;br /&gt;All their own    &lt;br /&gt;Something man     &lt;br /&gt;Cannot touch    &lt;br /&gt;Something spiritual    &lt;br /&gt;Definitely sacred    &lt;br /&gt;Trees as old    &lt;br /&gt;As time itself    &lt;br /&gt;Stand guard here    &lt;br /&gt;Sentinels of silence    &lt;br /&gt;Watchers...    &lt;br /&gt;Keepers...    &lt;br /&gt;Protectors...    &lt;br /&gt;Come join the circle    &lt;br /&gt;And dance    &lt;br /&gt;And be at peace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;(April 4 1998)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4547620569935893184?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4547620569935893184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4547620569935893184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/circle-of-trees.html' title='Circle of Trees'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1WZxHGMrI/AAAAAAAAA6E/NEV3xIj8Mic/s72-c/enchantedwood_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4868712989278002176</id><published>2009-06-20T17:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:15:07.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Ravenrose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1ONtzTT-I/AAAAAAAAA5o/J6fExq31CNw/s1600-h/Gwen1edit%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Gwen1edit" border="0" alt="Gwen1edit" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1ON5Gyx1I/AAAAAAAAA5s/rsnZbHmg03A/Gwen1edit_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="238" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1OOEJIJ_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/izUglcvDbvc/s1600-h/gwen2a%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="gwen2a" border="0" alt="gwen2a" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1OOoatjCI/AAAAAAAAA50/W2FpUaTXJSc/gwen2a_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1OPAO-6TI/AAAAAAAAA54/_8hWoZ3Y9Ig/s1600-h/gwen3b%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="gwen3b" border="0" alt="gwen3b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1OPn6cvDI/AAAAAAAAA58/SWVHeeRN-zE/gwen3b_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="549" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These beautiful and magickal drawings were created by Ravenrose for my first book&lt;br /&gt; "Reflections of the Ghost Within"&lt;br /&gt;They are hand drawn on parchment, and I have kept them safe for many years.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share them with you because there fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Ravenrose has her own site, which is linked to the right of the page. &lt;br /&gt;If you visit her blog, you will find out just how far back our friendship goes.&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, that we are true friends of time and space.&lt;br /&gt;Something that transcends the physical&lt;br /&gt;And dwells in the realm of the Spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Truly "Gwen at the Gate"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4868712989278002176?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4868712989278002176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4868712989278002176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/art-of-ravenrose.html' title='The Art of Ravenrose'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sj1ON5Gyx1I/AAAAAAAAA5s/rsnZbHmg03A/s72-c/Gwen1edit_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-6486394808984936123</id><published>2009-06-19T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:50:05.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjuW0t6OHHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/vcR8QbaJb90/s1600-h/slip%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="slip" border="0" alt="slip" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjuW00HyErI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YzSZ2Za1vDs/slip_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="280" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I see you now&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away&lt;br /&gt;A little each day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Just be there&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;From a distance&lt;br /&gt;Watching so close&lt;br /&gt;Yet a million miles&lt;br /&gt;From the light&lt;br /&gt;That used to be&lt;br /&gt;Time takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day&lt;br /&gt;I see you slipping&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; back&lt;br /&gt;To where we once were&lt;br /&gt;Our place before we fell&lt;br /&gt;Like so many others&lt;br /&gt;We had no control&lt;br /&gt;Once the storm hit&lt;br /&gt;Full force&lt;br /&gt;Like the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;That it was&lt;br /&gt;And then the silence&lt;br /&gt;It was over&lt;br /&gt;The thunder never louder&lt;br /&gt;Shattered the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;As if you never left&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The realization hits&lt;br /&gt;That time itself&lt;br /&gt;Has erased&lt;br /&gt;The one I knew&lt;br /&gt;You slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Quietly into the night&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the hands&lt;br /&gt;Of time.. just for you&lt;br /&gt;But it's just another thing&lt;br /&gt;That mere mortals cannot do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(June 19 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-6486394808984936123?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6486394808984936123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/6486394808984936123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/slipping-away.html' title='Slipping Away'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjuW00HyErI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YzSZ2Za1vDs/s72-c/slip_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-401130271369576240</id><published>2009-06-13T13:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:02:08.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Round the Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjPojEDKhqI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/j8eST9BH_7s/s1600-h/savage%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="savage" border="0" alt="savage" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjPojcTeMzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9y4c4Gzt4Kk/savage_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been&lt;br /&gt;Attracted to intensity&lt;br /&gt;Like a moth to a flame&lt;br /&gt;I have had my wings burned&lt;br /&gt;Far too many times&lt;br /&gt;Ageless intuition a source of magick&lt;br /&gt;Ancient warrior&lt;br /&gt;Like dancing&lt;br /&gt;Round a flame&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;Part of me remembers&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't&lt;br /&gt;It's the same every time&lt;br /&gt;If you give in&lt;br /&gt;Time flys by&lt;br /&gt;But the story&lt;br /&gt;Remains the same&lt;br /&gt;Never changes&lt;br /&gt;I once thought&lt;br /&gt;You were everthing&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking the bad&lt;br /&gt;Fooling only myself&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;Was killing me&lt;br /&gt;And you were the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who ever walked away&lt;br /&gt;And tried to take&lt;br /&gt;The best of me&lt;br /&gt;And for a time&lt;br /&gt;I let you win&lt;br /&gt;I danced to the flame&lt;br /&gt;Crazy rythym&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of a melody&lt;br /&gt;That would never&lt;br /&gt;Be a song...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( June 13, 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&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/1817484915312400187-401130271369576240?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/401130271369576240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/401130271369576240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-round-flame.html' title='Dancing Round the Flame'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SjPojcTeMzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9y4c4Gzt4Kk/s72-c/savage_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-651315094183583983</id><published>2009-06-09T05:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:23:30.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Strikes….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Si4qDoS3PZI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XsiUMrJ2wUQ/s1600-h/zap%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="zap" border="0" alt="zap" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Si4qEHzku2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/sh2x3NM5joY/zap_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;5 AM… Nature puts on a show.&amp;#160; Its hot, muggy and the lightning flashes across the sky, sometimes meeting another object on Terra Firma…&amp;#160; A warm breeze , it seems much warmer than it should be… 74 degrees… and not even summer yet.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; There is always this great cleansing energy after a storm, and perhaps its what the world needs.&amp;#160; And the days go by…&amp;#160; the rain falls… the crackling of the blue white fire…. surrounds you…. protects you.&amp;#160; Tells you not to give in to the battle, but to face it straight on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Poet….Priest of Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-651315094183583983?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/651315094183583983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/651315094183583983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/lightning-strikes.html' title='Lightning Strikes….'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Si4qEHzku2I/AAAAAAAAA5U/sh2x3NM5joY/s72-c/zap_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4802734513475927439</id><published>2009-06-07T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:27:53.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantasy Creature….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Siw-BeBbrDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5Qf1j6-GVWg/s1600-h/v1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="v1" border="0" alt="v1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Siw-BgfwTNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/T-04SIRpUqI/v1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" height="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as any mortal can remember, vampires have walked the night, driven by their overwhelming thirst for blood. Some foolish humans believe that a mere cross will protect them, and it is true that they perish in sunlight, but once the sun has set, vampires are lethal predators. They may seem cold hearted and even evil, but not all kill their prey, and many wait for centuries for their soul mate. If your result was vampire, then you may come across as arrogant and perhaps strange, but inside you are a lonely soul, and long to find another like yourself. You love the dark and mystery, and have an open mind about the supernatural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4802734513475927439?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4802734513475927439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4802734513475927439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-fantasy-creature.html' title='My Fantasy Creature….'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Siw-BgfwTNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/T-04SIRpUqI/s72-c/v1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-4868433211575644379</id><published>2009-06-02T03:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:00:29.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><title type='text'>We Chose Our Own Swords</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SiTTfdoTCBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/wVyrC_vhiYI/s1600-h/sword%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="sword" border="0" alt="sword" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SiTTf3oTskI/AAAAAAAAA5E/6AxpWmlBAmU/sword_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We chose our own swords&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be soldiers&lt;br /&gt;When they were really&lt;br /&gt;Just little boys with guns&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Where the sky is clear as glass&lt;br /&gt;You can reach up and grab a star&lt;br /&gt;But just like before&lt;br /&gt;The stars fell out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like Mother Earth's tears&lt;br /&gt;I can be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I can be everything&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need me to be&lt;br /&gt;Poet, Priest, or Outlaw&lt;br /&gt;The dancer in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Or the Devil if need be&lt;br /&gt;Anything that keeps you safe&lt;br /&gt;From the unknown&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you the light&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way home&lt;br /&gt;So I pray everyday&lt;br /&gt;Even just a little&lt;br /&gt;That by the Grace of God&lt;br /&gt;He will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;As the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;Erase the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of the person you used to be&lt;br /&gt;I have to try and find you&lt;br /&gt;And take you away&lt;br /&gt;From all this pain&lt;br /&gt;And give you back the sword&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can cut your way free....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( June 2nd 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-4868433211575644379?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4868433211575644379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/4868433211575644379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-chose-our-own-swords.html' title='We Chose Our Own Swords'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SiTTf3oTskI/AAAAAAAAA5E/6AxpWmlBAmU/s72-c/sword_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-3145751206954413547</id><published>2009-05-22T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:44:49.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIAgLJ4iI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/27Y9ifgSTNo/s1600-h/Entry1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Entry1" border="0" alt="Entry1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIBFDzvqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Xfz_vDkuolg/Entry1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIB8mdWnI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ro-XOyXDIYE/s1600-h/entry1neon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="entry1neon" border="0" alt="entry1neon" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbICax04qI/AAAAAAAAA3c/e5ih4W9AHwQ/entry1neon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIDHcovYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/WTwCep9P1s0/s1600-h/entry2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="entry2" border="0" alt="entry2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIDTDmJzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/5AqFGkTn-94/entry2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIEOn9bjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/kJfZ7R7eG58/s1600-h/entry2neon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="entry2neon" border="0" alt="entry2neon" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIESE9gAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7WfNvURX3gc/entry2neon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the colors... Some real, some not....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-3145751206954413547?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3145751206954413547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/3145751206954413547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/abstract-colors.html' title='Abstract Colors'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShbIBFDzvqI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Xfz_vDkuolg/s72-c/Entry1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2143579869091098532</id><published>2009-05-21T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:23:54.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree in the Cosmic Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShYMKt4TzeI/AAAAAAAAA3I/l7EOnsnEmyQ/s1600-h/cosmictree%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="cosmictree" border="0" alt="cosmictree" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShYMLlo3ByI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tZgFathR1ls/cosmictree_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout time we as humans have asked a question. It is asked by all races, by all ethnic groups, by people of faith in every walk of life. It is a question linked to our mortality, and to our very existence. What is the meaning of life... What or who is God? Granted, the answers are as individual and as diverse as life on this planet, and perhaps.... in the Universe itself. People everywhere have their own beliefs. Who is right and who is wrong? Perhaps, we are all right.... yes that's what I said. There are countless religions on this planet. Each one claims that they are the right one, or in some cases the only one. There are arguments, sermons, testimonials and numerous written historical documents that will, the say explain it all. What it actually does just confuses people more. It has started wars, been responsible for the rise and falls of many civilizations over the centuries, and still nobody has an answer. In my own quest, I have always felt that I have an interesting point of view on the subject. I prefer to put in the center of my beliefs, a more broader definition of things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will say right here that this is my choice, and mine alone. I'm not here to soapbox for anybody to change their own personal faith. We all have to come to that point of clarity individually. I have studied various forms of religions over the years and I've found that in most of them no matter the path....the story is basically the same. Its a much broader path than most religions want to accept, and what has always bothered me most was how some of the organized religions try to influence your choice. They will tell you, that to follow any other path but theirs will lead you to a less than perfect afterlife. I think in many ways that is the worst sin of all.. coersion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My standing example is as follows. A tribe of humans living in the rainforest. They have no modern way of existance. No power, no cell phones, and no contact with any other people but their own. For as long as the tribe has existed, they have worshiped the tree at the center of their village. They pray to the tree for forgiveness, for the food that feeds them, and for every other reason that all technologically advanced people do. No one has ever doubted the tree.. for it has been their God, their protector and their salvation for as long as they can remember. In every sense of the word, they beleive in and love the tree as Christians love Jesus, as Buddahist to Buddah.... the list goes on. My point, are they wrong? Are they any less faithful to their God than any other religion? Do they, have no salvation because no missionary has ever walked in and tried to convert them with fear? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, they simply see God in the only way they have ever known. God is the hub in the center of a wheel with many spokes. Each spoke is a differnt path, but they all lead to the same thing. God speaks to each person, in the language they respond to. Universal love and the promise that when this mortal life ends, there is something else... it does not end with our last breath. It changes from body to spirit, and where it goes from there, be it Heaven or whatever the word may be, we all benefit from our faith. To me it is as simple as that. I choose to beleive in God in my way, a unique view that only myself and God are aware of. That is my path. I beleive in the Universe... I beleive in God as a force of nature. The most important part... is that I beleive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2143579869091098532?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2143579869091098532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2143579869091098532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/tree-in-cosmic-garden.html' title='A Tree in the Cosmic Garden'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/ShYMLlo3ByI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tZgFathR1ls/s72-c/cosmictree_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-7508359697272568432</id><published>2009-05-16T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:45:57.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Meditation Spot….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sg9r2mKmduI/AAAAAAAAA24/01cWnN2LFNw/s1600-h/P5060159%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="P5060159" border="0" alt="P5060159" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sg9r2-lkBII/AAAAAAAAA28/0LPrLQ6QTNM/P5060159_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sg9r3F8Fl-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/05Wp8WjHTMw/s1600-h/P5060156%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="P5060156" border="0" alt="P5060156" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sg9r3ecB8OI/AAAAAAAAA3E/QxxsirqH2y8/P5060156_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="276" height="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sitting outside at dusk...... A great place to contemplate the Universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-7508359697272568432?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7508359697272568432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/7508359697272568432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-meditation-spot.html' title='A Beautiful Meditation Spot….'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sg9r2-lkBII/AAAAAAAAA28/0LPrLQ6QTNM/s72-c/P5060159_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-9101713490541101243</id><published>2009-05-10T03:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:26:52.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgaFFa95d9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/ukyaFNld9mc/s1600-h/004_Lion-Before-Storm-II---%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="004_Lion-Before-Storm-II---" border="0" alt="004_Lion-Before-Storm-II---" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgaFFuWlqyI/AAAAAAAAA20/WEUic2hmzwM/004_Lion-Before-Storm-II---_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the wind rose and took them by surprise. They were torn from one another by no fault of their own...yet they were powerless to stop what fate had in store for them. So, as mortals do... they raced to the farthest corners to hide and wait out the storm. But they did not realize, that they should have stood together and not alone. Intertwined in their destiny, set in motion many lifetimes past... they played out the hand that was dealt to them, and they asked no questions. It had not been a long time that they had been drawn to one another, but it had been a powerful time. A time of intensity, of great highs and terrible lows. They did not stand a chance to survive the fire that was consuming them. And yet, they played with the flames as if they were unaware they they would be consumed by the conflagration. Sometimes, nothing survives the fire... Sometimes, it is the fire itself that brings life renewed to begin the cycle all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all on a journey. Sometimes that journey is solitary, and sometimes it brings us in sync with another soul. But, in the Universes cosmic wisdom, from the brightest sun to the smallest atom, there is a balance that must be maintained. Just as the planets of the universe move in sync, they eventually travel on alone. And little by little, they became so distant that it seemed to be but a passing memory that they had once shared the same space.  And so, as their world around them fell into pieces....one held on in torment while one walked away. There would be no last reprieve, no waking from the nightmare that seemed to never end. It was hearts torn asunder. It was the sound that shattered glass.... it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then began the long road ahead. They would carry on picking up the pieces that fell. They would take inventory of things untouchable. They would search the paths that led them to where they now stood. There would be no easy answers, nobody wanted to accept the blame, but each one knew their own transgressions. From those they could not escape in their search for absolution. Time became the guardian of truth that each one would have to eventually face. And each would examine the darkest places of their own souls in search of a tiny pinpoint of light. A destination from the shadows. A place to exorcise the ghosts of the past, and to embrace tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can be your best friend or your worst enemy, and sometimes both at once. It will make you see things from the outside, It will take away the pain and clear the emotions from situations that seemed impossible to reconcile with. It will humble you and give you perspectives from places you never imagined. It will allow you to forgive, where once forgiveness seemed impossible. It will cleanse your soul and restore your faith. And sometimes, it will allow you a second chance to find the best parts of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the soul is as much a part of the Universe as the stars and planets, we are all part of the same beginning. Everything happens for a reason, there are no mistakes. Sometimes the Universe in all its complexity seems overwhelming to contemplate. Sometimes we find ourselves right back where we started the journey. Maybe on rare occasion we are given the opportunity to make right the things that we walked away from before it was time. Perhaps it is all a part of our spiritual evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came to pass that they once more found themselves on familiar ground. They had survived the storm, they were changed. There was a peaceful calm where once a hurricane raged. It took them both by suprise that the good things remained after all these years. Evolution had won out over revolution in the long run. It was a new beginning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-9101713490541101243?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/9101713490541101243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/9101713490541101243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-was-connection.html' title='Facing the Storm'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgaFFuWlqyI/AAAAAAAAA20/WEUic2hmzwM/s72-c/004_Lion-Before-Storm-II---_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-8624035278593800220</id><published>2009-05-08T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:22:13.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgPNpghibaI/AAAAAAAAA2o/OOCGkIxivSU/s1600-h/Sundown_1_by_Misty2007%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Sundown_1_by_Misty2007" border="0" alt="Sundown_1_by_Misty2007" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgPNp60CKpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/de_Pv3HeCvk/Sundown_1_by_Misty2007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="425" height="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take what you will&lt;br /&gt;And allow me to follow&lt;br /&gt;Just meet me halfway&lt;br /&gt;And together as one&lt;br /&gt;We can see this creation&lt;br /&gt;As it unfolds before us&lt;br /&gt;Like an eternal flower&lt;br /&gt;In space and time&lt;br /&gt;Growing in a magic garden&lt;br /&gt;Of faith and understanding&lt;br /&gt;That will bear the fruit&lt;br /&gt;Of peace and love&lt;br /&gt;For all to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-8624035278593800220?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8624035278593800220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/8624035278593800220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/destination.html' title='Destination'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgPNp60CKpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/de_Pv3HeCvk/s72-c/Sundown_1_by_Misty2007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-624184010943530142</id><published>2009-05-07T02:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:08:51.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Over Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgKGAXyjYTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/wvoOivZMeyA/s1600-h/mind%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="mind" border="0" alt="mind" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgKGA_x1GYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/QnioIhh_rzc/mind_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The howling of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Thunder crashing&lt;br /&gt;Lightning flashes&lt;br /&gt;Angry...waves upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;But all the pales&lt;br /&gt;To the intensity&lt;br /&gt;That is you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...like the eye&lt;br /&gt;Of a hurricane so still&lt;br /&gt;It's a powerful thing&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by you&lt;br /&gt;Untamed and wild&lt;br /&gt;A force of nature&lt;br /&gt;Once... I stood with you&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I really survived&lt;br /&gt;The fury and then chaos&lt;br /&gt;When everything turned around&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning&lt;br /&gt;Some great test of time&lt;br /&gt;Mind over Matter&lt;br /&gt;But it really doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've got my faith&lt;br /&gt;To take back my power&lt;br /&gt;And walk away&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally done&lt;br /&gt;No more sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;No more dodging bullets&lt;br /&gt;And no more you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;( May 7th 2009 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-624184010943530142?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/624184010943530142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/624184010943530142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-over-matter.html' title='Mind Over Matter'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgKGA_x1GYI/AAAAAAAAA2U/QnioIhh_rzc/s72-c/mind_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-2145378817128682299</id><published>2009-05-06T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:33:43.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springs first colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHX-m_uaEI/AAAAAAAAA14/BvHIn8ciz5Y/s1600-h/Peoney3%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Peoney3" border="0" alt="Peoney3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHX_U_lqtI/AAAAAAAAA18/4ud8iuUxNKc/Peoney3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHX_91WO_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2-KguJZvqIE/s1600-h/Peoney1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Peoney1" border="0" alt="Peoney1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHYAR22tyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/eDWYfPUOVCE/Peoney1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHYBLDHd6I/AAAAAAAAA2I/hjep3agYA60/s1600-h/Peoney2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Peoney2" border="0" alt="Peoney2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHYBvQUoHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/z9sh1fQbvrY/Peoney2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-2145378817128682299?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2145378817128682299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/2145378817128682299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/springs-first-colors.html' title='Springs first colors'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SgHX_U_lqtI/AAAAAAAAA18/4ud8iuUxNKc/s72-c/Peoney3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1618722595039639906</id><published>2009-05-03T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:31:34.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sf4ne-e0LRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/uoq8RXAQ5f8/s1600-h/david%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="david" border="0" alt="david" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sf4nfYr65QI/AAAAAAAAA10/0ij3DjNstqQ/david_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's all over for you now&lt;br /&gt;The curtain has fallen&lt;br /&gt;And the stage has cleared&lt;br /&gt;All that is left is a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Rattling around&lt;br /&gt;In my memory&lt;br /&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;No more fear&lt;br /&gt;No more tragedy&lt;br /&gt;No more pain&lt;br /&gt;And the fires&lt;br /&gt;That raged in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Has been forever quenched&lt;br /&gt;You've gone home&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For my friend David Howard&lt;br /&gt;Aug 16, 1949 - April 30 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1618722595039639906?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1618722595039639906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1618722595039639906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-home.html' title='Gone Home'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sf4nfYr65QI/AAAAAAAAA10/0ij3DjNstqQ/s72-c/david_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-875639687388986667</id><published>2009-05-02T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:08:58.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sfy2JJidofI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OZtY6dokHrw/s1600-h/pooh%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="pooh" border="0" alt="pooh" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sfy2JgEEJMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/a9LNFBkaC_0/pooh_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-875639687388986667?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/875639687388986667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/875639687388986667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-need-no-explaination.html' title='Sign of the times'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Sfy2JgEEJMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/a9LNFBkaC_0/s72-c/pooh_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-746109388041252394</id><published>2009-04-21T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:21:55.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH DAY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Se-mkHxrDAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7h9IldGzwlE/s1600-h/blueearth%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="blueearth" border="0" alt="blueearth" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Se5zCG0tWXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zC_j38_pMxA/blueearth_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Earth Day, Apr. 22, a day to celebrate the environment. The first Earth Day was organized in 1970 to promote the ideas of ecology, encourage respect for life on earth, and highlight growing concern over pollution of the soil, air, and water. Earth Day is now observed in 140 nations with outdoor performances, exhibits, street fairs, and television programs that focus on environmental issuesEarth Day, Apr. 22, a day to celebrate the environment. The first Earth Day was organized in 1970 to promote the ideas of ecology, encourage respect for life on earth, and highlight growing concern over pollution of the soil, air, and water. Earth Day is now observed in 140 nations with outdoor performances, exhibits, street fairs, and television programs that focus on environmental issues&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-746109388041252394?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/746109388041252394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/746109388041252394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-r-t-h-d-y-2009.html' title='EARTH DAY 2009'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/Se5zCG0tWXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zC_j38_pMxA/s72-c/blueearth_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1817484915312400187.post-1862125217578016648</id><published>2009-04-19T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:21:33.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SeuFzTQXuRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/AQsW_QQuTm0/s1600-h/Tortured_Soul_1_by_Treize_Orbscurarium%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="Tortured_Soul_1_by_Treize_Orbscurarium" border="0" alt="Tortured_Soul_1_by_Treize_Orbscurarium" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SeuFz4MWR4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/h4YpQLqq3Go/Tortured_Soul_1_by_Treize_Orbscurarium_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;The light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Has darkened forever&lt;br /&gt;I can't reach you anymore&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But you're not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Just an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;Of what you used to be&lt;br /&gt;And what you could have been&lt;br /&gt;You've crossed that line&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no going back&lt;br /&gt;What I used to feel&lt;br /&gt;Has died and gone away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good remains&lt;br /&gt;To walk in empty halls&lt;br /&gt;Where you're soul is trapped&lt;br /&gt;And your spirit's tortured&lt;br /&gt;And your fading away&lt;br /&gt;Day by lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Christian...no light remains&lt;br /&gt;Just a shadow of a ghost&lt;br /&gt;That I've said goodbye too&lt;br /&gt;A million times or more&lt;br /&gt;Over and over  again&lt;br /&gt;So now your gone&lt;br /&gt;And your never coming back&lt;br /&gt;From that place of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Where I cannot follow you&lt;br /&gt;Anymore....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( 04/19/09 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1817484915312400187-1862125217578016648?l=thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1862125217578016648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1817484915312400187/posts/default/1862125217578016648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismytailacougarsmuse.blogspot.com/2009/04/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03001916947809843851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SvxXeuea_PI/AAAAAAAABJI/i3kXgySH8J0/S220/new3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yg-xjXbJEIg/SeuFz4MWR4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/h4YpQLqq3Go/s72-c/Tortured_Soul_1_by_Treize_Orbscurarium_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
