<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757</id><updated>2009-10-27T19:56:57.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Without Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428814740354634253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' 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questions,&lt;br /&gt;We stand together,&lt;br /&gt;I and everything no one sees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-8003730386415234939?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8003730386415234939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1175409039318210757&amp;postID=8003730386415234939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/8003730386415234939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/8003730386415234939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/bartimeus.html' title='Bartimeus'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428814740354634253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13896620469058271353'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-2415804501386158924</id><published>2007-11-11T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:47:48.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day or Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;June 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this is only memories?&lt;br /&gt;What if it's all too far away?&lt;br /&gt;What if today leads only to tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have never known the way things are?&lt;br /&gt;What if life is all incomprehensible to me?&lt;br /&gt;What if tears of confusion are my only fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I forget my lines?&lt;br /&gt;What if I never learned this role?&lt;br /&gt;What if my timing turns out a beat behind?&lt;br /&gt;What if I sing the words to the wrong tune?&lt;br /&gt;What if I just never know the way things are?&lt;br /&gt;What if I never even know I did it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only eyes I have.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only heart I own;&lt;br /&gt;This language the only one I speak.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only song I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never know you never understood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-2415804501386158924?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2415804501386158924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be worth it&lt;br /&gt;to You&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;blind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-5411623559548939959?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5411623559548939959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1175409039318210757&amp;postID=5411623559548939959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/5411623559548939959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/5411623559548939959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lost,&lt;br /&gt;For there is much to find&lt;br /&gt;And I am young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-3066464900560944133?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3066464900560944133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1175409039318210757&amp;postID=3066464900560944133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/3066464900560944133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/3066464900560944133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-young.html' title='I Am Young'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428814740354634253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13896620469058271353'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-4060969241798673315</id><published>2007-11-08T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:44:24.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Day Without Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;November 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world,&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I meant,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I said.&lt;br /&gt;The words I'll never write and the things I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Are exactly what I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sand;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you hear,&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you see.&lt;br /&gt;Step out to the edge of everything you've known&lt;br /&gt;Find the weathered spaces looking back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferry me over&lt;br /&gt;As far as this much will take me,&lt;br /&gt;Dip my fingers in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Stand the strength of winters past.&lt;br /&gt;This story, this dance,&lt;br /&gt;This part of me, this part of you --&lt;br /&gt;We need to know the roots will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rolls the sea and turn the stars,&lt;br /&gt;And I --&lt;br /&gt;I'll never come this way again.&lt;br /&gt;But when you stop and feel the throb of the empty storm,&lt;br /&gt;You will know that this is where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-4060969241798673315?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Fighting, ready, waiting only for the sign?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I to take the road marked there in dirt,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking treasures others miss?&lt;br /&gt;Do I leave my home to make another,&lt;br /&gt;Or, scorning all lesser welcomings,&lt;br /&gt;Stand strong in faith that I am here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go, I lose my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I stay, I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-2987692352928510122?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2987692352928510122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1175409039318210757&amp;postID=2987692352928510122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/2987692352928510122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/2987692352928510122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/2007/11/reach.html' title='Reach'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428814740354634253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13896620469058271353'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1175409039318210757.post-1176959894090988255</id><published>2007-11-06T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:56:57.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Take Away My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a song from years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left this world at the age of five;&lt;br /&gt;Traded my soul for a place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Built my own reality,&lt;br /&gt;Gave my future to the strength of my futility.&lt;br /&gt;How could a child so young carry a pain so strong?&lt;br /&gt;I built my life on faith and fantasy --&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how much my remedy was hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pain and held it in;&lt;br /&gt;Never learned to fight, never learned to win.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to face the lies destroying you&lt;br /&gt;When they're the truth that you were born into.&lt;br /&gt;I learned too young to build walls too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk my world of fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to chance reality and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to feel something that's real,&lt;br /&gt;But can you prove to me the love I dream?&lt;br /&gt;Could you break my walls and save me from their fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't take away my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1175409039318210757-1176959894090988255?l=adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adaywithoutwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1176959894090988255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1175409039318210757&amp;postID=1176959894090988255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/1176959894090988255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1175409039318210757/posts/default/1176959894090988255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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